This post is for you romantic-wannabes – guys, I’m guessing, for the most part. Consider this your Valentine’s Day primer; a free, on-line graduate course in pitching-and-wooing that special someone. What can I tell you? I’m a teacher. Read and learn from my friend Jacques. MLL
In an age where there is sometimes a fine line separating ironic Hallmark cards and the Kama Sutra, I have discovered a modern-day Yeats lurking in my friends listing on Facebook. ‘Jacques’ is a friend from thirty-odd years ago, a native Midwestern guy like myself; about two years back we reconnected via Facebook. A few weeks ago during a casual, early-morning-over-coffee, back-and-forth chat session we had the following exchange concerning his new love (we’ll call her ‘Lenore’) who is actually an old love, a reconnect from a distant past. Note that the drive he refers to is roughly 400 miles, and that the key locale in his winter adventure is Fargo, North Dakota. I’ve been to Fargo; in the Midwest, this is as true-love as it can get.
Jacques: I did make it to Fargo though
Jacques: That day it was the snow lane
Jacques: Drove Minneapolis to Brainerd to Fargo to Brainerd in a blizzard
Me: yuck. What possessed you?
Jacques: Lenore. She had a meeting in Fargo
Me: That’ll do it!
Me: Chivalry! Good call
Jacques: Usually works
Me: True. One of the lost arts. There are not many of us left
Jacques: Funny, was just having that discussion with Lenore
Me: The utter lack of Don Quixotes still hanging around?
The typedversation (my word, no copyright) continued to the point where, while musing about potential topics for my blog, Jacques offered some examples of his recent correspondence with Lenore. Proof positive that there are, indeed, still some of us true romantics still futzing around the planet. To wit:
My most precious Lenore:
I think by now you know that I am, deep down, a risk taker, a gambler. Not at casinos, or in the lottery. But with my heart.
I told you once that there were many kinds of love; the love of a friend, the love of a dog, the love of chocolate ice cream. There is the love of a parent, a brother, and also a lover. But then there is that one, that one love that makes the others fade in comparison – the love of THE LOVE. It is the love of that one, true love of your life – your soul-mate, your sunshine, your rock, your existence. It is the one that you would die for, kill for, steal for, cheat for. The one without whom, you cannot imagine going one day.
In you, I believe, I truly believe, I have found that Love – my love, THE LOVE. And, I think, I hope, I pray, that in me, you will find that too.
But what would you risk for such love? What would you gamble for that one, true, love – the kind of love that makes the world stop turning, and time and space cease to exist; the kind of love that blocks the sun with it’s brilliance, and hides the stars with it’s blanket of serenity; the kind of love that makes some men speechless, and charges others to write great tomes; the kind of love that makes you wish you could freeze the moment, any moment of it, forever, yet gives you the courage to move forward together.
I don’t know what you would do or give or risk..
Now I do not know Lenore, and it has been a number of years since I have seen Jacques, but I must note here that great minds do think alike; however there are two key difference between Jacques and myself when it comes to writing romantic letters: One, he does it and I don’t anymore. Two, where I would infuse mine with irony and humor both subtle and overt, Jacques stays the legit, Casanova course:
But me? I would give anything, risk anything, do anything, endure anything for that kind of love. I would bear any burden – I would pass through the gates of hell, and spit in the devil’s face. I would suffer any hardship, take on any pain, and welcome death, if I could find that kind of love for only a single day.
Pretty bold. But wait, there’s more!
Maybe you think I am crazy; maybe I am. But I am honest in my words, because that kind of love comes once in a lifetime. Once in a lifetime if you are lucky. If you are very, very lucky. Lenore, please believe me when I say that there is nothing, nothing, nothing on this planet that is more precious, more valuable, or more sacred to me than that kind of love.
Gallant stuff from Jacques, and to be admired.
I am willing to risk everything for that love – for real love. For your love. What are you willing to risk? You tell me you are torn, but it is not, it was not, my intention to ever have you find yourself in that position; to ever have pain or worry because of my love. Because of your love. Because of our love. And so, I ask you one simple question: What are you willing to risk?
Sitting down at a keyboard to write these missives would be a risk in-and-of-itself for most guys. For those of you still with me, who hope to learn from this crash-course in romantic communication…read on, MacDuff, keeping in mind that Jacques and Lenore have rekindled a long-ago, youthful romance here now in middle age.
There are numerous other examples in the correspondence Jacques so graciously shared with me. I am certainly glad that he shared this very personal material with me – and allowed me to share it with you. A few more tidbits for those of you still taking notes at home.
I don’t need to tell you I love you – you know that. I can’t even tell you how much, because every moment it is more than the moment before. You take my breath away when I am with you – and you steal my heart when I am not….
…I love you. I will love you always and forever. I will love you until time itself stops. I will love you until I am no more.
….My love, you are the reason I live, the center of my being, the purpose for my very existence. Until now, my life has been a series of meaningless adventures. Adventures which brought me from point to point, day by day, until by some small miracle, I arrived once again at your door. A door which you opened. A door I should never have walked out of to begin with….
…..And so it began here – the place I first set eyes on you. I was in awe of you that day; I am still in awe of you today, for so many reasons, I can’t recount them all. You are so beautiful, so kind, so loving, so full of God’s grace – but with an inner strength and resolution that it seems impossible, compelled by an undying devotion that endures long after it is no longer deserved. I am so in awe of you . . .
My freshman year in college I took a class in film appreciation, and one of the notable takeaways that still resonates with me from that class is that there really no ‘endings’ to a story; that whatever concludes that portion of a story is simply the stepping off point to another story, or a continuation of the primary story. In short, there are really no endings in life simply more beginnings. As for Jacques and Lenore, this part of the tale ends with Jacques pièce de résistance is (spoiler alert!) something you might expect.
…I have loved you for so long, from so far away – never daring to hope or dream that one day I would again look into your eyes and see that which I now see – touch your hand and have the breath drawn from my body – kiss your lips and have time and space stand still…
..but I thought, until not long ago, that you were lost to me forever. But here you are. Lenore, let me give my life to you. Every ounce of my strength, my love, my loyalty, my fortune, my industry – my very soul are yours from now until eternity – if you will have them.
If you are scared – know that I am terrified. I am terrified that I will disappoint you. I am terrified that I will let you down. I am terrified because there is no owners manual, no user’s guide, no how-to book…
…I am not perfect – I am far from it. But I will spend the rest of my life trying to bring you happiness – helping you to find peace – and loving you the best way I know how – if you will have me….
Lenore – my most precious angel – I Love you so very, very much. And I will give everything I have, I will do whatever it takes, to make you happy, if you will do me the honor, the most incredible honor, of being my wife.
As I noted earlier, there is no true ending to a story, only another beginning, just a continuation on a path that has changed in composition or direction. Life goes on, love goes on – especially a love that has returned.
Valentine’s Day is a few short weeks away. It doesn’t matter if you are a freshman pledge or taking graduate level courses, there is an end-of-course test coming; print out, annotate and use this as your study guide and you’ll pass with flying colors.
Lenore, BTW, said yes.
C’mon. Like you didn’t see that coming.