Maybe There's Only One Love, After All

I spent my whole life looking for that Mr. Right. Went through two bad marriages, and many bad relationships. I met my daughter's father, when I was 27, and we had three good years together, before our daughter was born. We were perfect together, and oh so happy. After our daughter, things got complicated. He wasn't ready to be a daddy, and had wanted a son. Then, things were beginning to straighten out, and we saw the chance to make it work. And he was killed in a car accident. Our daughter was 2 1/2, at the time. She never really got the chance to know him.

I don't talk to her about the bad times, I only tell her what a great man he was. I've been in some relationships, since he died, but nothing seems to fit just right. I try not to compare, but I'd like to have as much in common with someone as I did with him. It made things so good, being able to do everything together, and not get on each other's nerves.

That was my "fairy tale" relationship, and nothing's come anywhere close, since. Maybe the old saying is right: "There's One special someone for everyone." I guess I already had mine.