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Created on: February 15, 2011
She fell in love with alarming regularity, excitedly ringing round all her friends telling them that she had "absolutely definitely met THE one this time"...but it never was 'the one' merely another in a long line of soon to be discarded lovers. They all fell short in one way or another; his hair was the wrong colour or his mother didn't approve or he didn't love her enough. The older she got the more desperate she became to find 'the one' and she tried everything; she went speed dating, she put ads in the lonely hearts columns and she tried Internet dating but in the end despite the fact she met some really lovely men, none of them were destined to be 'the one'. She got to the stage where she really believed that she would never find him and had almost resigned herself to becoming a spinster when out of the blue, when she least expected it....she met him.
She knew in an instant he was "the one". He was everything she hated; he had no job, no money and most of all no desire or need for all the material trappings she loved but still he had those eyes which looked into her very soul and he felt the same about her. She didn't tell anyone, not because she was embarrassed about him but because she was so blissfully happy and so in love that she did not want to share him with anyone. They were just deliriously happy in each others company taking pleasure from the simplest things; a walk in the park, a picnic in the rain or simply just being together. As one season melted into another their love became stronger and stronger and she found that all the things that had mattered before had become irrelevant. She didn't go to the beauty salon anymore and if she wanted two helpings of chocolate pudding she would have them. But as she became more content he seemed to change, subtly at first, but gradually she became aware of him withdrawing from her until one morning she awoke to find a note on the pillow where his head had been, saying that he was sorry but that she wasn't "the one" for him.
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