But for you, Chris.

“They’re writing songs of love, but not for me….”

Probably one of the best song lyrics I’ve ever heard. It’s a line from the Gershwin brothers’ tune “But Not for Me.” A lovely and tuneful song about unrequited love.

Or love remembered.

“I was a fool who thought that way”—love, I suppose. I do think that it’s not for me right now

Poor Chris. Chris H. Unrequited love for him. He fell hard for someone recently, and in so short of time, spectacularly, it ended for him all too quickly. The thought of it, oh the mere thought of it is so sad. So agonizing, so dramatic. So very Blanche DuBois…in her words, “all at once, and much too quickly.”

You can’t help who you fall for. I’ve been hearing that a long time. True, the possibility of it always has to be open. Or else you shut yourself out of future happiness. Keep going. Keep at it. It will happen. Love will happen. Fate will sneak right up at you, and you’ll smile.

Smile for me, Chris. Don’t smirk. I like your smile. Something shy about it. Sneaky perhaps? No wait, it’s secretive.

Part of your charm, is it not? I’d like to think so. Definitely but not for me, but for you.

Chin up.