Impossible to Love?

Whilst searching for some lost keys, I found my first wedding ring; it was one of those laugh or cry moments. Actually, I did neither and shrugged the moment off but I was left wondering what two redundant wedding rings represented: bad luck in that the women I married lacked the commitment I sought; bad judgement that I married such women; failure on my part to be a good husband; or something more fundamental than that?

A girlfriend once told me that I was an easy man to fall in love with, but impossible to love for long. She was naked at the time, lying next to me in post-coital depression, and I felt that for her to have been so physically intimate with me whilst being simultaneously detached, demanded a rare strength of character. Carla had accepted me into her body knowing that I would never connect emotionally with the same vehemence.

Later, she rolled onto her back and accepted me again in temporary unison. She curled a leg around my back, capturing me for a moment as her own, before relaxing back and releasing me from her embrace, dismmissing me as a temporary distraction because I was impossible to love. She was beautiful and I never told her so.

Perhaps that is why I have two empty rings.

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