He was the most strangest love I ever had. Strange in the way that Big Foot is strange. Rare. Mythical. He was an ass. The biggest ass I ever knew. I was a recent post-graduate when I walked in that bar. And I saw him. And I knew I was in trouble. There was immediate sexual tension once we locked eyes. Then as the months past and I got know him more, the more my heart got saddened because it couldn't have been more obvious how different we are. He would roll his eyes whenever I'd go on and on about my passion about the arts. And he was never secure in his belief in monogamy—a belief I hold dear. Sometimes I felt like I was just training him to be the proper man for his future lover, who wasn't me. He was a rapidly aging adolescent. I had enough of dealing with it. But I can't lie when I know he was the deepest love I ever had. We weren't perfect. We would argue everyday. But I never felt what I felt with him ever, again. It was strong. It was passionate. Sometimes I wonder if Sam Malone was a good man. Or maybe I'm too much in denial to accept who he really is. Whatever he was, I loved him. And I like to think he loved me. I know he tried but it wasn't enough. Now I'm 60, alone here in California. Of course I have my writing career the occasional friends, but he's in Boston with his bar. And sometimes I wish I can get a drink there and talk to the bar tender, Sam Malone.
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In Retrospect, My Love
RomanceSam "Mayday" Malone's world turned upside down once he met Diane Chambers. They gave it their best shot, got engaged thrice but never tied the knot; coming to the conclusion that there were just not meant to be. Now old in age, it's been 15 years s...
