I'm a hopeless romantic, so I thought it was terribly sweet. But I know a girl who saw it as stalker-like.
I'm talking about how people handle heartbreak because for every broken heart, there's a reaction by the breakee and who's to say which is best?
Not long ago I ran into a musician friend I hadn't seen out in a while, which wasn't like him. When I teasingly asked where he'd been, his head dropped to his chest.
"I got my heart broken so I've been staying at home the past couple of months."
It led to an intense discussion of how long it takes to get over a broken heart, but I could tell he was nowhere close.
Today, I saw how a stranger is handling his heartbreak. Driving down Malvern, brightly-colored signs line both sides of the street, presumably where the sign writer's beloved drives regularly.
The signs, and there are many, many of them, say it all:
Real love has no boundaries
I'M SORRY!
I miss your smile
Real love doesn't judge
Tomorrow doesn't matter without you
There is no US without U
Sky's are grey without you
My heart cries
Time moves slow
I'm empty without you
You have my heart
Believe in us
I care for you
I'M SORRY!
I told a friend who had also seen the simply-worded signs that, spelling aside, the gesture seemed very sweet and romantic to me.
Clearly someone is hurting and hoping to get through to his/her ex.
He agreed but said his girlfriend differed, seeing it as threatening, stalking even. Clearly, there's no one-size-fits-all when it comes to romance and heartbreak.
But someone's trying awfully hard and it strikes me as rather touching.
I think I'd be inclined to use other people's words if I were putting up signs, starting with the immortal words of Pearl Bailey.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love
Imagine the impact on a day-glo pink poster board with a heart over the "i."
Ah, romance...
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Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Bark Park in the Fog
I loved how foggy it was this morning when I was out walking and where better to see fog than from above?
The beagle and I had been wanting to check out the new Bark Park at Chimborazo (one of my favorite city spots anyway) and I was guessing the view of the fog would be great from that vantage point.
And it was.
One of the best parts of the new dog park is the winding walk you take to reach it; for those not so inclined, there is parking immediately by the dog park, but you'll miss some great views, fine, old stone staircases and double back paths by doing it that way.
When we arrived, there were three owners and three dogs in the large dog enclosure and none in the small.
My dog is more small than large, but there'd be no one to frolic with over there so we approached the gang, just behind another dog owner.
He got as far as inside the gate with his pooch when two of the other dogs started snarling and attacking him.
The owner was visibly upset and it took too long to get the other dogs off his. He immediately left the park, so the beagle and I decided to head over to the small dog pen just to be safe.
The light was beautiful behind the overcast sky and the fog was just rolling around below.
One of the prettiest views was of the sunlit rooftops in Fulton Bottom from that overlook. The bare-branch trees against the back lit gray sky looking toward the river were almost etching-like.
I'd brought my camera, so I took pictures of Richmond in the fog on a Thanksgiving morning while the dog sniffed his way around the fence, where he discovered some dog poop, the size of which made it clear that a very large dog had been in the wrong enclosure with a very bad owner who did not pick up after his pet. I'm just saying, it was enormous.
We really liked the new dog park and will almost certainly make it a regular destination from now on.
Looking back up the hill from it, you can see very little identifiable, so it's easy to forget where you are and just take in the view and surroundings.
As we headed out, I spotted an almost perfectly heart-shaped rock on the ground.
As I bent down to grab it, I thought how completely inappropriate it was for me to find such a thing.
And while the front was indeed a perfect heart, when I looked at the back of it, there was a big, jagged chunk taken out of it.
Ohhh, I get it.
The beagle and I had been wanting to check out the new Bark Park at Chimborazo (one of my favorite city spots anyway) and I was guessing the view of the fog would be great from that vantage point.
And it was.
One of the best parts of the new dog park is the winding walk you take to reach it; for those not so inclined, there is parking immediately by the dog park, but you'll miss some great views, fine, old stone staircases and double back paths by doing it that way.
When we arrived, there were three owners and three dogs in the large dog enclosure and none in the small.
My dog is more small than large, but there'd be no one to frolic with over there so we approached the gang, just behind another dog owner.
He got as far as inside the gate with his pooch when two of the other dogs started snarling and attacking him.
The owner was visibly upset and it took too long to get the other dogs off his. He immediately left the park, so the beagle and I decided to head over to the small dog pen just to be safe.
The light was beautiful behind the overcast sky and the fog was just rolling around below.
One of the prettiest views was of the sunlit rooftops in Fulton Bottom from that overlook. The bare-branch trees against the back lit gray sky looking toward the river were almost etching-like.
I'd brought my camera, so I took pictures of Richmond in the fog on a Thanksgiving morning while the dog sniffed his way around the fence, where he discovered some dog poop, the size of which made it clear that a very large dog had been in the wrong enclosure with a very bad owner who did not pick up after his pet. I'm just saying, it was enormous.
We really liked the new dog park and will almost certainly make it a regular destination from now on.
Looking back up the hill from it, you can see very little identifiable, so it's easy to forget where you are and just take in the view and surroundings.
As we headed out, I spotted an almost perfectly heart-shaped rock on the ground.
As I bent down to grab it, I thought how completely inappropriate it was for me to find such a thing.
And while the front was indeed a perfect heart, when I looked at the back of it, there was a big, jagged chunk taken out of it.
Ohhh, I get it.
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