Love frozen in time.

Several years ago a young girl in high school fell in love with a boy in her class. They did the typical high school romance things; dates to movies, dinner, necking in the car. They also had the typical fiery relationship which ended when the girl's father was stationed in a different state.

She moved away somewhat reluctantly. She loved him. They continued to speak and attempted a long distance relationship. But, as these things often do, their lives got in the way and the young lovers grew apart.

A couple of years later the young girl, now a young woman, went into a bar in her new city and met another man. He managed the bar. He was also married. He was quite taken with this young woman. He was also in love with his wife.

The bar manager had been married for seven years. During that time he had yielded to the daily temptations which cross the eyes of one who manages a bar. Not daily, but more than he should have. Needless to say this man of low morals yielded to the charms of the young woman. As is often the case in these types of indiscretions, the young woman became pregnant.

The bar manager had some difficult explaining to do. There were difficult decisions to be made all around. There were anger, tears, and gnashing of teeth. Fits of rage and loving embraces. In the end the bar manager chose to leave his wife of seven years and attempt to care for the young woman and her infant child. He loved his wife. He had warm feelings for the young woman. On a cold and windy night in January the bar manager packed an old duffel bag and walked the six blocks from his home to the apartment of the young woman. Upon arrival he went into her arms, and sobbingly said, “I guess I live here now”.

Fast forward the clock seven more years. The young woman was now a late twenties mother of three, disillusioned with the life she had made with the bar manager, who now managed call centers. He worked long hours and continued to work from home. They shared a great deal. The bar manager loved her as much as he had ever loved anyone. As much as his wife before. She was bored. It was about this time that the young woman discovered that she could find her old high school friends on MySpace. As it sometimes happens, she found the young man she had loved as a teen. Six months later she told her children's father she no longer loved him as a wife should love her husband. He should move out. He did.

Six months further on the woman moved to the city in which she had attended high school to live with her high school sweetheart. Her love for him had been frozen in time.

The bar manager still loved both the young woman, and his former wife. His love for them too had become frozen in time.

Thats what people do. When a relationship ends and a person still has feelings for the other, those feelings become static. They don't suffer the day to day tribulations which can wear away at love. However, as people grow, people change. Lifestyles change. A person's interests and desires mature. What one finds attractive develops and changes.

Love must grow and ripen through shared experiences. A true love is never static. Is is a vibrant dynamic whirlwind that inflames the heart and rages the spirit. It fills the soul with passion and brings light into the world. It is the very reason for being. It is love.


As of this writing the young woman has rekindled that type of love with her high school beau. The bar manager has found that type of love with another. They are all happy. They have both realized that love can be static, frozen in time, or dynamic, fiery and intense. This author has warm feelings for the former, but loves the latter.