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Two Young Lovers Move On: A Bitter Sweet Farewell

Dr. (Ms.) Michael S. Whitt

    Amanda Rosaleigh Blake, a recent high school graduate, looked pensively at her first love, Eric Landreneau. He had graduated from the same school, and was reading a poem Amanda had penned for his departure from their hometown, Lafayette, Louisiana. Eric was holding his orders to report to an air force base near Columbus, Ohio. His parents would have a hard time paying for his college education. Eric decided to wait until he could get the GI Bill.
    Amanda asked Eric with a lilting giggle, “What do you think of the poem, sweet man? I’m dying to know.”
    Eric gazed at the tall, lithe woman-girl with long, curly dark brown hair and turquoise eyes and said, “Beautiful Amanda, the poem is inspiring as are all of your poems, and nearly everything else you do. Yet, it sounds as though you’re saying goodbye forever to me. Are you?”
    Amanda paused for a moment. She was temporarily at a loss for words. Then she said softly, “Not necessarily forever. It is for quite a while. You’re going to be who knows where for the next four years. Then you still have your education to think about. As you know I’m leaving for Berkeley soon. I’m lucky to have earned that scholarship to study drama and anthropology at the University of California, Berkeley. I still feel deeply for you, but we’re young and no one can predict the future.”
    A tear rolled down Eric’s face. He was a gorgeous youth with thick black hair, green eyes, and smooth olive skin. He and Amanda were the same height, a tad over 5' 11". Both had slender, firm bodies from years of playing sports and otherwise remaining active and eating healthy diets. Eric looked at Amanda tenderly as memories of the nine months the two had been seeing each other flooded his consciousness. Eric and Amanda had shared many experiences. Among others, they had cheered each other on in the various varsity sports they played. The two had walked in the woods, swam in the lake, gone camping, and taken motorcycle rides over the countryside, and much more.
    Amanda had her own motorcycle. She was committed to major independence, and this did not include riding behind a man. Occasionally, Amanda and Eric studied together. Since they were both exceptionally bright, occasionally was all they needed to study. They knew that would change when they entered the university.
    The couple had loved and trusted each other enough to share their first sexual experiences. They were both virgins; there was no need for condoms. Birth control was needed; they were totally responsible in this respect. Amanda immediately went to a doctor and obtained a prescription for birth control pills. Since, the pills agreed with her, and they were the safest means to prevent pregnancies. Their erotic experiences had been pure and intensely passionate. Amanda and Eric loved each other without guilt or fear. Eric touched Amanda’s face with one hand and wiped another tear from his face. The same memories had been passing through her mind in such rapid succession that Amanda felt dizzy.
    “Don’t cry, Eric,” Amanda entreated him with a lump in her throat. “Our lives are just beginning. We’ll stay in touch, and maybe our wonderful feelings will stand the test of time.”
    “You always know what to say, Manda Rosie. It’s time for me to get to my gate and catch my flight.” After a long hug and several kisses, Eric disappeared into the airport building blowing kisses and saying, “I’ll always love you.”
    Amanda felt like a hypocrite, yet she did not want Eric to feel any sadder than he already did. She had known almost from the beginning, in spite of the wonderful feelings they shared, their love would not last forever. They were different in some important ways. Eric wanted at least two, maybe three, children. Amanda had aspirations to teach, act, and write. She could not fathom having more than one. She could imagine a happy life in which she did not have any children. He wanted to come back to Louisiana after finishing college. Amanda wanted to come back only for visits. She had lived there eighteen years. There were worlds waiting that she had not yet explored. Amanda was a fearless young woman who would not miss those experiences for anything. She was hungry for the new and novel. The fact was, Amanda mused, she and Eric did not even share the same deity. Eric was not a regular attendee at the local Catholic Church in which he had grown up as a child, but his taken-for-granted assumptions about religion were more or less congruent with Christian theology in its general outlines.
    As a female, Amanda had early on rejected the ideas that god was a male and that his male child is humans’ savior. At the deepest level, she had worked out her spiritual beliefs and experiences. At this fundamental level, god is a sparkling, inspiring, creative process both within her and without. God has no gender at this level. At another level sometimes Amanda represented god metaphorically at which point god becomes a goddess or a goddess-god pair. More particularly, the Earth Mother Goddess, and other earthy designations are the specific metaphors for the sacred and divine areas for Amanda as a female. She had found confirmation for her spiritual beliefs when she became close to a group of women committed to Neo-Pagan or Wiccan beliefs.
    As Amanda walked to her parent’s car, she said softly, “As my first love and my first lover, Eric, you’ll always have a warm, loving place in my heart. I’m thankful for the time we shared, and all that we did together. A chapter in my life has closed, and a new one is opening. I’m ready for it.”



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