Joy, Faith and Love

This past week Joyce has been in my thoughts more than is usual.

Not a day goes by that i do not think of her or am reminded of her in some shape or form. It is hard to forget someone whom you have shared so much of your life with. Even the everyday aspects of my life and mundane details hark back to our time together. The watch I wear was given to me by Joyce. The car I drive was bought by mine and Joyce's scrimping and saving to realise a dream. The place I work at was Joyce's first workplace after she graduated from poly. We share so many common friends. People ask me almost every other day about how Joyce is and whether we had reconciled yet.

It does not help my wounds to heal any when I see Joyce on average twice a week for church services alone. We still keep in regular contact with one another. Even our respective families still make it a point to contact Joyce or myself whenever anything worth telling comes about. We still get invited to one anothers homes for dinner/lunch on festive occasions,birthdays and when someone strikes 4-D or gets a bonus at work.

Sometime I wish this was all just a bad dream and I would wake up. As much as I feel that Joyce was wrong in breaking it off, I still loved her then. And I still love her now. It was a bitter pill to swallow to be put down and made to feel inadequate by someone whom you loved. She felt that we were not compatible. We had different goals and ambitions. We wanted different things out of life. That she was holding me back from being all I could be.

But sometimes we do things that defy reason or logic. That is what true love is. The ability to overlook anothers faults and see the beauty that lies hidden. To be willing to give fully of yourself and to expect nothing back in return. To be together through the good times and especially in the bad times.