Simply Marcia

Yes, Marcia is as special as I've painted her. Perhaps even more so.

Over the years I had an opportunity to come to know her, from various perspectives. Everything that I came to learn of her only served to confirm, even build upon that very first moment. That instant of destiny, the fairy tale beginning.

This was a remarkable girl.

Who would grow to become a remarkable woman.

Trust me, before too long, I was looking for something to prove it a lie.

Desperately.

How's that for irony?

Marcia's good looks simply weren't debatable, and as I came to find upon her return from Florida, her innate faith was unshakable. I was delighted my her sharp mind, her intelligence, always dreaming of a woman whom I could share with on every level.

What made her unique to all of the other sweethearts around was simple. There was a streak, a spark to Marcia, that made her special. A determination to live every moment to the fullest. A rich blend of romance, passion and adventure. The creativity and vivid imagination, an ability to dream of, to grasp just a bit more.

A born romantic, I was a goner.

And because I loved her family so much, when Marcia came back that summer with a boyfriend, when she was utterly lost to me...I had no escape.

I sincerely admit that even now, this desperately needs to be rewritten.

I simply cannot do her sparkling spirit justice.

I guess that I found ways to make myself miserable.

I have to admit that I relished everything about this young woman.

I have too many stories to tell here, and I don't know that any of them are really relevant. Except to say that to me, Marcia was simply and utterly beautiful.

Innately.