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fledgling
Decades ago, when I was a fledgling in love, I experienced an act of betrayal. As a fledgling poet, I write poems mostly to work through the previously unexpressed grief I still feel about that episode.
Decades later I think I finally get it. Your broader experience had offered you numerous opportunities for feeling disappointed. You understood better than me that there are lots of options if you are open to them. You had forewarned more prophetically than I had imagined "People change, situations change, and things will never be quite like they were before." I had only a single, deep experience about which, amid ups and downs, I was naively optimistic. Then you offered me an opportunity to feel deeply disappointed. The situation changed. I changed, I opened up to options and broadened my experience discovering pleasures I would not have otherwise known learning and teaching new lessons about the benefits and costs of relaxed constraints. Now, years later, after rereading words that you and I wrote then I can better appreciate how different our paths were, release more of the long shadow, celebrate the convergence of our paths, and adopt a more mature optimism about the deepening of our shared experience.
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May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
Broadening, Deepening