We met so long ago, almost forty years, and the attraction to one another was so very strong. He was my idea of the perfect man. He was handsome. He was gallant. He was polite. He was compassionate. He was loving. He was caring. He soon became my whole world.
I loved him so much that I would have given my life for him should anyone have asked. I was planning on spending the rest of my life with him. He asked me to marry him, and I gladly accepted. And then... tragedy struck. The church that he was very active in decided that our relationship was wrong. They convinced him to leave me and to remarry his ex-wife. He was very devoted to his religion, and he obeyed their commands. He left me. Shortly after, I discovered I was pregnant. I wanted to keep my child because I thought of the child as a special gift from the love of my life. However, back in those times, this just wasn't done. I couldn't bear the thought of my beautiful child growing up in a stranger's home, so I did what I thought was best. I allowed the father of my child and his wife to legally adopt.
For years, I grieved not only for the loss of my son but for the loss of the only man I had ever loved. I dreamed that he would take our son and find me and that we would be together forever. Eventually, I married another man and had a family. But, I never forgot my lost love or my son. I secretly thought of him and my love for him never went away. Then years later, I was reunited with my son, who was a grown man with his own family. The reunion was wonderful. We developed a very close relationship, and my life was almost complete. I had heard horrendous things told about my son's father, the only true love of my life. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was not the person that I knew so long ago. So I decided to find him and listen to him. I thought that he would be the monster I had been told he was and that when I talked to him, I would hate him as much as everyone else hated him. I found him. I placed the call. And, when we talked, there was no hate. He was married. I was married. I asked him if he had cared for me or if he had used me. He told me that he had loved me and that he loved me still. I confessed to him that I also still loved him. Even though we are married to others and we do not want to hurt those people, we still love each other.
Secretly, we are in contact, and we find that the love that started so long ago is still there and, in fact, has grown stronger than ever. Is he the monster everyone thinks he is? I think not. I still think he is my idea of the perfect man. He is handsome. He is gallant. He is polite. He is compassionate. He is loving. He is caring.
Even if he had committed the things he was accused of, he has paid for his transgressions and he has changed his life. What will the future bring? Perhaps one day, we will be together again. When and if that day does come, there will be people who will be hurt. Until that time, our love will continue to grow, and we will continue to lead our separate lives. But in each of our hearts, we will have the knowledge that the love we have for each other is more powerful than anything we ever heard of... and will last for the rest of our lives.