For those who said that I should write how my husband and I met...this is for you. ;)

I can remember the first time I saw his face.
He has a shy smile and an even more shy look in his eyes.
I remember thinking how cute he was and wondering
what kind of trip he’d had…in the not so friendly skies.

We’d met online in a writer’s group known as ‘The Vines’.
We started out as friends, just chatting about our current write.
He was known as Tactless and I was, as now, SilverCelticMoon.
I had been dating another who Mike calls ‘The Jerk’ (he was that alright).

I had been seeing ‘the jerk’ for a year, give or take a few months.
He had given me nothing but heartache. Mind you, I let him do it to me.
I had been to his house just a few days before and
he’d acted like always and of course this didn’t mean normally.

After the weekend was over, I went home, just like I always do.
Just a couple of days later, his mom let me know the news.
He had been hospitalized and had just made it through the night.
I didn’t hear it from him that he’d been feeling bad, for reasons that will amuse.

He had been living a double life all along.
He had me to lean upon, keep him strong and love him.
He also had her…to be there when I was not around.
How many more? I am not sure I could count them.

He thought he was doing these women a favor.
Giving them romance and soft words of love.
In return he got to spout his poetry…
and to coo like a mating male turtle dove.

I had zoomed through the traffic, that night,
when I raced to what I thought was his needing side…
I met up with his mom, grandma and the other person there…
the other woman who thought she was his pride.

I left the hospital never letting her know the real truth.
It was his game to hurt, deceive and to lie.
I wasn’t going to hurt another to finish
the circle he had started...oh no, not I!


She was a nurse, a caregiver and sweet to boot.
I wasn’t the type to give pain, so I didn’t say a word.
I simply left without letting on even a speck of the truth.
From me, the truth wouldn’t be heard.

I drove home in a shocked sort of stupor.
I cried my eyes out for a day or two.
My decision was final and deep down I wasn’t surprised.
This had been coming for a while, somehow I just knew.

All those little things that just weren’t right…
Little signs and warnings that I had stupidly chosen to ignore….
Something I had not chosen to acknowledge myself.
My poetry had been expressing what I had not been looking for.


I asked God to give me some kind of a sign.
I asked Him if he would let me know if I should
continue with the trail I had or, if I should, follow
the other path, of the two, that diverged in the wood.

I got my sign when his mother and I had a talk.
She hadn’t known and was concerned about me.
Her talk made me see that the old saying surely was true .
If you loved something, set it free…if it came back it belonged, you see.

I took this saying one step further.
I set him free with no chance of coming back.
But, I set myself free instead…can’t you see?
I’d finally found the courage to give him the sack.

True, the pain was bad and so sharp.
For months I didn’t smile and my hurt ran deep.
My poems reflected the deep cut I had sustained.
I had to take pills to make me sleep.

As I healed and the sun started to peep out again,
I asked God to send me someone not like ‘the jerk’.
I told God that this time I needed a miracle: the man
I had waited for...and please, let this relationship work!

I started dating soon after that.
I am sorry to say, most of them
were pretty pitiful candidates to choose from.
Then I got an email from ‘him’.

My buddy, my confidant, my critic, my friend!
Seems, he wanted me to give him a try.
I hadn’t thought about him. He lived way up North!
Hmm, why not? I said with a little sigh.

After all, hadn’t he proved he was sweet…
all these months he’d been my friend, no more, no less.
He’d never made any remarks or made pass at me.
In fact that was annoying and a bit upsetting, I must confess.

We talked online a lot, learning each other
as something more than just being a friend.
We put multitude of phone calls day and night…
and after a lot of talking and sharing, in the end….

We moved in together for about eight months.
The going had its rough moments, for I had to heal.
We both had to learn to compromise and to communicate.
In the end, it was worth all the pain, this I deeply feel.

After a lot of learning and letting past lessons learnt simply go…
Learning that he wouldn’t hurt me and he wasn’t going to leave…
I am happier than I could ever have imagined….
this is better than any dream I could weave.

He learned to share and to be part of a couple and
over a year ago, we got married. We are so happy today.
People say that all good things will come to you if you wait.
I would wish for it earlier, but later is good enough, I say.