Lyin’ Eyes

Will You Recognize the Love of Your Life, Will it Recognize You?

“ She got the face,

the eyes,

smile that can hypnotize …

She got it made, it seems …” Dan Seals

Do you ever read love stories and think you see yourself in them? We tend to see something of ourselves in all stories — that’s what makes the story good. Either the protagonist or the villain, we are both at some point in time. We use and we get used- both tasting the same to someone wanting to be loved. I tried to describe the “Love of my Life”. I realized in doing so, I had actually shown that I may have never known love at all. I fell into the deepest sea, treading water for what seemed like a lifetime — just a moment in time, climbed out and survived. I believed in love. A figment of my imagination, as fake as everything else shared. Earrings? Nope, they’re real, hold on to those. Hold onto the REAL. REAL lasts forever, it’s never ugly, no matter what’s left afterward.

“She’s just a small town girl, staring out at the city lights, …needs somebody just to hold her tight … help her make it through those long, long island nights …” Dan Seals

My Achilles? Forever weak when I see the lover’s eyes. I will always remember the eyes that drew me in, magically. A picture I keep hidden in the bottom of the drawer. Looking back may turn you to stone. Kryptonite. Never vulnerable without those eyes…

“How to open doors with just a smile,
A rich old man
And she won’t have to worry
She’ll dress up all in lace and go in style…

Late at night a big old house gets lonely
I guess every form of refuge has its price…” …Eagles

We follow the same code, the same path in all relationships until we finally fit. Sometimes we learn from our mistakes. Sometimes repetitive, especially when new lovers message the exes to harass them because of shared stories. Someone must be the victim. Or are we all victims? The repetition amazes me. Toxicity full circle no matter how sober you’re feeling — this year. I did the same. I was drawn into reaching out to protect my love, just as the new one did to me. Does that prove the love exists? Chivalrous.

“On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal
She drives on through the night anticipating
’Cause he makes her feel the way she used to feel,

Life emerges. Suddenly, I’m funny again. My sense of humor returned. The dark clouds of sadness parted by sunshine. Entertaining new love. It was like a release party for an album, digging up the free. Lots of bodies singing. Wine undressing. Crooners popping. 42 or 48, new love emerged. One flew to Florida on the weekend holiday, the youngest yet, driving back together, a cross country adventure. She has amazing eyes too, I realize maybe they all do? Wait, pull this car over, she laughs. The younger they are, the harder they fall. A peach wanting. Asking to play with toys, like the child she was. You might fear scaring her away with past tales. Hinting at your domination, “exactly what she wanted to hear,” she says and she wants that flavor each time eating out. Kneeling at your feet, instructed on what to do.

“She gets up and pours herself a strong one
And stares out at the stars up in the sky
Another night, it’s gonna be a long one
She draws the shade and hangs her head to cry

She wonders how it ever got this crazy
She thinks about a boy she knew in school…

My oh my, you sure know how to arrange things
You set it up so well, so carefully
Ain’t it funny how your new life didn’t change things?”

Eagles, Lyin’ Eyes

Either they become the love of your life or the most memorable affairs, you know how the story goes…