Monday, October 29, 2007

Objects of my desire III

The Emperor
When I was a young woman, I had a three month love affair with a pianist. As well as being a semi professional pianist, he had another career underway, he was handsome, polite, good at sport, gentlemanly. In short, he was the one that got away.

One hot summer evening I went to hear him play Beethoven's 5th Piano Concerto in a major concert hall in the city. I remember the hot city smells and the faint sound of birdsong from a nearby park and how green the trees looked through a neaby open window. My heart swelled with pride love and passion.

I have no idea why it didn't last. My insecurities made me think he could never be mine and made me so suspicious of him. I actually dumped him. I have no idea why. I was totally infatuated with him.

Still the sound of this concerto brings it all back, but in a good way. I remember that heart stopping, breath taking sensation of young love, and it is mine again.


2 comments:

Vic's Still Standing said...

Oh, sometimes we do such foolish things in our youth! What a wonderful memory.

Mary P Jones (MPJ) said...

For years I agonized over one particular breakup and how my lover broke my heart. Then recently, I talked to that old lover, who reminded me that I was the one who broke things off. And so I had. Go figure. I hadn't remembered that part at all.