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Falling in Love or Watching it
By Sharon Jordan
Thursday, February 08, 2007

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We can see so much clearer when we watch others rather than ourselves.

Falling in Love or Watching It


I can spot a person falling in love.  It happened last Saturday when Billy was playing.  He held his lead guitar like he had been born with it.  He shielded his eyes with dark glasses.  And he hid his head with a baseball cap.


For a while, he sat on the wall behind the group, playing sullenly.  He only stood when he needed to harmonize.


Then she came.


And his entire body tensed.  He stood and he watched her every move; even when she wasnít aware.  Until then he hadnít smiled; after then he couldnít stop.


She sat with me and apologized for being late.  Car problems, she groaned.  And all the while, Billy watched her every move, her every word.


He has no chance of finding his heart again.  She has it.



Copyright 2007 by Sharon Jordan

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Reviewed by Chase Von 9/6/2007
Very true story here. When love captures us it changes everything:) And it's hard not to notice the effects:)
Reviewed by F William Broome 3/6/2007
A beautiful story of young love that will never be changed.
I know because two years ago I lost my wife of decades, in death.
I am once again very interested in a certain lady who acts as if she couldn't care less. Maybe she couldn't, but I don't want to hear that right now. but, I err... you're the writer and this excellently told story is yours. Sorry. - Bill

Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury 2/20/2007
What a beautiful picture of a man who has his heart on his sleeve.
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU 2/11/2007
"Falling in Love or Watching it" has depicted the energies right...
Waves, waves no word needed. When the wave one links with wave two, it is EUREKA!

I have enjoyed the reading of "Falling in Love or Watching it".

Thank You for posting Your treasures.

I salute You, Poet.

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 2/9/2007
Short but powerfully meaningful. In French it's called "le coup de foudre." Literally, it means "bolt of lightning. In English, it is "love at first sight." You've expressed this well here, Sharon. Thank you. Love and peace,

Reviewed by Richard Orey 2/8/2007
Isn't that the truth!

I lost my heart when I was only 14. Too young, you say? Puppy love?
Teenage marriages never last?

Next month we celebrate our 55th wedding anniversary! Of course, I'm only hanging around 'cause I'm waiting to get my heart back.
She's holding it there somewhere.

Am I patient or what?
Reviewed by Tactfully Naive 2/8/2007
Ah, reminded me of me when I was first bowled over by a girl.
As a 17 year old at the time, I fancied myself as a wandering minstrel. I took my guitar with me whenever a small group of us went to a party in Edinburgh circa 1972. I tried to serenade any girl with the stomach to listen. I succeeded once - but bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down on my head - meaning, I made a mess of the chat up lines!
By the time I met the girl who became my wife , I had left the chat up lines to the girls and sacked the guitar - I could only play a minor George Harrison number anyway: For You Blue.

This pithy short story triggered fond memories.