The Beautiful Rose Of Oller

She was perfect, from her eyes and hair down to her toes, the soles of her feet. Her hair was a beautiful brown-red, natural, with blue eyes, the same color as a winter sky right before the clouds come through. Her face, not "hot", considered homely by some, was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, her cheekbones, he chin, even the bridge of her nose, all her features seem to draw your eyes to the center of her face, so you could take in all the beauty at once.

Her body, not "the perfect body" by society's standard, was beautiful to me. She had a small bit of a potbelly, and her bone structure was big, but she was not fat. Her breasts are perfect globes, not sagging but not overly perky, her nipples were dead set in the center of them, D cups, sensitive. Her nether mouth, always shaved, just for me, was perfectly formed, small inner lips, that would twitch just so.

We would walk in the wild places outside of town, along the river and in the woods, through the natural prarie grass in our clearing in the woods...We could just sit and talk, and sleep in bed without sex, content in the company of the other.

Then I moved for a 2 week job, and my phone died...I lost contact with my Nataschia.
Upon my return, I found her settling for the second best, the only other that had paid her any attention. I still slept with her, trying to convince her to come back to me, and for a while I succeeded. But, the Laws of Proximity won in the end, though she was mine, she lived with him, and she eventually grew to love that which she loathed.

That was 3 years ago, and I still love her, and the ray of hope that one day, I shall have her heart again, was crushed tonight. He got her with child, and now they are to be married, thus, I lose this Beautiful Rose of Oller...though she is forever beyond my grasp, I shall always love her, and find comfort in that most fabulous illusion....hope.
Lucavi Lucavi
26-30, M
3 Responses Dec 30, 2006

and i don't mean grief ... i mean a the 'perfect' person for you ... more perfect than you'd ever imagined ...

wycomper is right ... if i've learned anything in this life and all the follies of my love and youth ... when one refuses you it's because you are meant for something greater. i'm sure you can't imagine that a possibility, however, someday, if you will only let go and open yourself to it, you will find what you were truly meant to have...

I know this doesn't mean much, and I hope I don't offend you. I am only trying to help. When you were with this person it was the best time of your life. You were able to express your love, at least for a period of time. I, (although not for as long as you) have loved someone that will under no circumstances love me back. I have no chance with ever being with this person. And I would give anything to be with him. <br />
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Cherish the time you had with her. Don't regret what didn't happen. She has made her decision, and if you truly love her, you will be able to honor that decision by making your own decision to move on. <br />
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I hope this helps.