Hope dies last

Another sport analogy

June 12, 2008 · 13 Comments

Dear Future Boyfriend,

I am having a little bit of a rough time lately. And finding you is proving to be very difficult. Don’t get me wrong, I never thought it would be easy but I also never thought it would be this draining.

Lately, I have been watching a lot of football. Each time I watch a match I am struck by the similarity between the players persistence to score a goal and my own quest to find you.  In fact, several weeks ago I actually began to cry as I watched Manchester United win the Premier League. That type of happiness I saw spread across the faces of the players? That type of happiness, I think, can only ever be felt after you have trained and fought and faltered and endured and lost and then fought some more.

I want that.

Hard earned happiness.

As I was watching them lift the trophy and kiss their medals, I decided that if you don’t show up relatively soon? If you don’t find me or let me find you in the next year or so?

I am so going to have Queen’s We Are The Champions as the theme song to our future wedding.  If you don’t show up soon? I might also be tempted to do a victory lap around the church after we have exchanged our vows with a pair of white, satin finished boxing gloves on my pumping the air hands.

I am pretty sure your mother will hate that, so you know, hurry up!

Grumpily yours,

Hope

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