I’ll return to my thoughts on the church and its failures next week. For now, I’d like to approach a subject very personal to me and extremely hard to talk about: the one that got away. Yes, it’s a woman. These are my confessions.
For some reason I always prided myself on the fact that I had never been in love. Odd, I know. There was something comforting to me about the fact that no woman ever conquered my soul, rendering me weak and powerless to fight her grip on my heart. The truth of the matter is I’m wondering whether that is still true. Once upon a time, I met a woman who changed my life…a lot. Deep down, I wrestle within, wondering whether or not I was truly in love with her.