The Lonely People

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I have a few questions I've been pondering since puberty. Maybe you can relate. In fact, if you have ever loved and lost, I'm almost certain you can relate.  Okay.  Are you ready for this?  

Do happy endings ever really play out? I mean, do the pieces of the puzzle that is your life ever REALLY fall into place in the end? Does the blend-in boy ever get noticed by the person he's had his eye (and heart) on for months or years? Does the nerdy girl ever get her football-loving jock? Does she truly EVER find (and get to keep!) The One who truly "gets" her on so many levels? Does the widow who loved her hero so fiercely and wholly ever find not a love, but a companion for the rest of her life who is on her own level of loss and of love? Someone willing and wanting to fill her days with his presence, not only out of love but also out of that continual need for her to feed his soul, too? 

What about the widower whose wife succumbed to cancer? If his spirit died along with her earthly body, if his heart broke clean in two when she left this place, does he ever find it within himself to love again? And if he does, to what depths will she love him back with all the tender loving care that he so needs to heal him back to feeling human again? Does the man who has been hurt and taken advantage of ever TRULY learn to let down his guard again and risk everything once again in the name of love? And how about the guy whose wife ran off on he and their children?  Is that man able to ever trust someone again to the extent that he trusted her?  Can he pick up the broken pieces and hot glue them back together, a modest attempt to end his love for one only or the trade-off to love another, only to watch the glue melt and then harden again as the passion waxes and wanes? 

Does the man who falls out of love with his wife ever decide it best to just put down his resentment and choose to pick up an attitude of love, just so that he can do what he is supposed to and just LOVE her without spite for the past?  Does love really conquer all? Is it really ALL the world needs?

I keep hoping YES. I keep thinking YES. I am trying to feel YES. I am trying to live YES. I am trying to wear YES. I am trying to eat YES. I am trying to feel my own heart thump-thump-thumping away, YES. And not only for myself, but for others out there hurting, too.  May we all find our own happy endings, even if our own happiness means being alone for the rest of our lives.  After all...being alone does not automatically mean we are lonely...