Rupert Giles (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} giles_watching) wrote,@ 2006-05-06 14:38:00 |
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Who was "the one that got away"?
Well, doing a survey of my life now, I would say they all have.
I am solitary and likely to remain so. My fault, no doubt.
I believe I could have built a life with Jenny. She had such warmth. I amused her. We approached thing so differently that I believe we could have been endlessly intrigued by each other. I’m sure if I should want to plunge myself into a melancholy mood I’d continue listing the things that would have made us happy to be together. But you must agree that it’s a pointless exercise. Jenny’s dead. The one that was ‘taken away’ I suppose you could fashion her.
Olivia got away. Several times. Evidentially, I had allure as a guitar-strumming troubadour but not as a man connected to some rather scary underworld beings. One can’t blame her. For her, it must have been as if, oh, I don’t know, thinking you’re going to a chamber music concert and ending front row center with Marilyn Manson.
There’s Ethan, of course. I’d like to think I thrust him away. Yet, he is the one who remains in my life. And there’s no truer confirmation of the perversity of fate than that, I’ve no doubt.
Well, doing a survey of my life now, I would say they all have.
I am solitary and likely to remain so. My fault, no doubt.
I believe I could have built a life with Jenny. She had such warmth. I amused her. We approached thing so differently that I believe we could have been endlessly intrigued by each other. I’m sure if I should want to plunge myself into a melancholy mood I’d continue listing the things that would have made us happy to be together. But you must agree that it’s a pointless exercise. Jenny’s dead. The one that was ‘taken away’ I suppose you could fashion her.
Olivia got away. Several times. Evidentially, I had allure as a guitar-strumming troubadour but not as a man connected to some rather scary underworld beings. One can’t blame her. For her, it must have been as if, oh, I don’t know, thinking you’re going to a chamber music concert and ending front row center with Marilyn Manson.
There’s Ethan, of course. I’d like to think I thrust him away. Yet, he is the one who remains in my life. And there’s no truer confirmation of the perversity of fate than that, I’ve no doubt.
