Her nickname was Lolli, and she was a juicy sweet woman who dressed inappropriately for this community college language class. She was maybe in her early 30s, and I learned one day that her third marriage was ending.

“Well,” I primly assumed, “I guess you won’t be going there again.”

She looked at me guilelessly, her freckled face open. “Why not?” she asked. “If there’s love, why not? Why would I close myself off to love?”

I don’t think that marrying everyone you love is a wise idea. But the thing I remember the most: she wasn’t mortally wounded. She wasn’t building walls against future intimacy and commitment. She still believed that love was a good thing, even if it only lasted a season or three.

She wasn’t scared.

Lolli, I haven’t thought about you for years, but tonight I raise a glass to you, and the example you give me. I won’t show as much cleavage or belly as you loved to, but in other ways, I’m lowering my defenses.

We are all flawed, and love is a good thing. Mazel tov, my friend.

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  1. I am thrilled to know your heart is open and ready to give and receive! This is a lovely story. I am happy for you Hashi. You deserve good love.

  2. Miss Nicole

     /  April 23, 2013

    I remember Lolli! You described her perfectly!

  3. Louise

     /  April 23, 2013

    Beautifully composed too … there’s my English teacher hat on!

  4. If you always plan on things going wrong then you’ll never let things go right. You deserve love mum. Always keep yourself open. Xo


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