When It's Over I'll Still Be Waiting

Recently, I have heard a story form my grandfather. Kiddies, it's a good idea to listen to what your grandparents have to say. Parents, however, should just be tuned out. He looked at me and just brought up his love life. His sad, pessimistic love life. I guess he figured I should hear love experiences from someone who is in a right state of mind. You see, my parents love each other a hell of a lot. What's odd is that they love each other despite the abuse: my mom broke my dad's nose twice (among other things), and my dad beats my mom. I don't get it; I think it's fucking stupid. So, I'm sitting on the couch and out come these stories of heartbreak. He said that he only loved three women; it would've been four, but "my grandmother's mean". One tale of love and loss really hit me. I guess you want to hear it. When my grandfather was enlisting in the Navy he was in love with this rich southern bell. My grandfather, not being born with the silver spoon gracing his gums, was disliked by the family. He figured they had a right not to like him: he's poor and in the military. Then it happened: he was sent of to a naval base. This never even dented his love for the woman. He wrote to her everyday, and she always wrote back. One day, he received a letter. The letter stated that rumors of his unfaithfulness had been spread. The woman did not trust him anymore; she left him. My grandfather was broken. A few months later he received another letter. It was one of apology; the woman realized she should have talked to him first. She wanted to get back together. My grandfather never wrote back. He figured she was too good, too rich, and too sweet for him. They never spoke again. He told me that he was going to marry her. He didn't really have an interesting way though. He began to ask me about my angel. He asked about marriage. Before I could reply he smiled and laughed, "You'll probably find an interesting way to make the big mistake."