OK, I confess. My romance record is fractured. But I still believe in love. So does my sweet partner. We’re a couple of old fogies who met when we were already used goods, but that doesn’t take the shine off our sense of wonder at finding each other.
Years ago, while I was still in my first marriage (I’ve had two and am grateful for both), I made a flip comment to a friend. He was on his way to a friend’s wedding. It was the third time around for both bride and groom.
“Well that’s the triumph of optimism over realism,” I snapped.
My friend grew quiet. “I’ve been married four times,” he said, “but I still believe in love.”
That friend is on his fifth marriage now. It’s a solid, beautiful marriage. His four earlier marriages gave him happy memories. They foundered, it’s true, but he doesn’t consider them—or himself—failures because they ended.
Life is too short to bury it in guilt or regrets. Love is a gift. Doesn’t matter how many times it’s treasured nor how many times it ends. My Aunt Alice married six times. (One man she married twice because she couldn’t live with him…or without him.) She died happy and fulfilled.
The couples in this sweet video from The Weepies may have come together just for the film. Doesn’t matter. They represent the soul-deep need, the heart-full beauty of love. I got a bit weepy myself, watching them dance, kiss, love. They are straight and gay, old and young.
They are love, and they give me hope. Thank you, Weepies, for your beautiful music (which I’ll now buy and download so I can smile as I walk).
And thank you for believing in love.