A Viking wedding, and a long love story
I have a chum. Let’s call him Eric because he is from Viking stock and that name suits him. Eric is a good man, a really good man. He is kind, funny, honest and a paragon of what a chap could be. For most of his life Eric has been in love with one woman…
I should warn you now that the following post is true, and a bit romantic.
Eric had a bit of a troubled start in life. He was heading towards being a troubled child, luckily he got sent to a very progressive school to try to sort him out. You know the sort of place with basket weaving lessons and dancing.
Eric was 12, and he can remember the first time he saw Joy and decided he wanted to marry her. He was eating lunch, she walked in with a page-boy haircut and a jumper made by her mother. Eric was in love. They soon became close friends. Eric even gave her a ring as a present, with a dragonfly on it (this is important later) however he didn’t declare his love to her because he was a bit shy and afraid
Eric went to university in Wales and they sort of lost touch. The would write occasionally but as poor students they couldn’t really afford to see each other that often. They drifted apart a bit.
Joy got married to someone else, and had two children. Eric was the God Father to one of the children and worked really hard at it. Joy’s husband wasn’t the greatest dad and was rather distant towards the children so Eric was often the one who took them to birthday parties and things. He was more of a father to the children than their own dad.
Many years passed. Eric was still in love with Joy but wouldn’t do anything.
Eric’s brother had a tragedy, his wife had passed away from cancer. A few months later Eric and I went to America to cheer Eric’s brother up, let’s call him Sven. We took Sven out to nightclubs, rented a mustang and cleaned out the house so it could be a fresh start. By the end of the trip Sven was socializing again, it was a great transformation.
Six months later, at a festival, and while drunk Joy tried to kiss Eric. Joy’s marriage was in trouble. Eric was shocked and refused. He said he couldn’t see her socially anymore because it wasn’t right. He was still in love with her but he has a very strong sense of right and wrong.
The next year Eric visited Sven on his own (I couldn’t make it) and had a very different trip. Sven had fallen in with a huge crowd of beach volleyball players.
Eric was suddenly surrounded by a huge crowd of available women and was pursued. This was the first time in his life this had happened. He had a lovely time and returned to England with a huge amount of self-confidence. It was a transformation.
He saw Joy again at the festival and had a very frank conversation. The main theme of it was, if she was going to leave her husband then it should at least be with him because he has always loved her.
A few weeks later Joy moved out, and last night (a couple of years later) I went to their wedding. There were dragonflies everywhere (Joy still has the ring)
It was lovely. They are so happy, Joy’s children love Eric because he is so determined to be the best possible parent. Joy is happy, because as Eric said at the wedding. She is his idea of the perfect women. I’ve never seen a groom so absolutely delighted by finally being married and a bride so glowing with love.
So yes, romance can happen in real life, but it normally involves decades of longing, and dragonflies.
(Please excuse typing errors, I am still a bit drunk)