Charles and Camilla- Unrequited love

Here is yet another topic that I wasn't going to blog about.

"When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen"
Frank Sinatra- It was a Good Year

The story of Charles and Camilla grabs me. I am not real familiar with all of the details, but it appears to be the classic story of unrequited love. An intense love that you feel for someone but cannot share because life doesn't allow you to. In this case it appears to be a question of his duty to England to marry a virgin so that he could become king that prevented things from moving ahead, or so I was told.

Maybe I am wrong, all I know is that I can get behind that intense, do anything you can to be together kind of love. It is the kind of thing that many people experience with their first love, but not everyone is able to maintain that.

"When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one"
Frank Sinatra- It was a Good Year

When you are young and unattached life is filled with endless possibilities, you can't imagine not having time to explore them, to seek out the crevices and determine what lies beneath the surface. The urge to move and investigate the world and its people is strong, but in time many people decide that it is time to find a partner to join them in their search.

"When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five"
Frank Sinatra- It was a Good Year

When you are just a little bit older and somewhat settled down it is easier to look at this kind of passion, a torrid affair and smile at the memory of being able to just run like that without regard for anything but satisfying that craving.

It is not a matter of regret or disappointment with your station, but an understanding that for a while you are in a position that doesn't allow that kind of spontaneous and impetuous behavior. The days in which you had the ability are not so far removed that you cannot remember them, in fact they are close enough that you can taste them, but like the fruit Tantalus chased they are just out of your reach.