Love: A Year in the Life of Meghan and Harry

“I did not fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we would choose anyway. And I would choose you, in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” Hugh Prather

Thrilling, living on the edge of the unreal, internet postings, picture viewings of the new British royal romance. Another wild ride, voyeuristic, sentimental, romantic, excitement; a bloody curse. Another run at this, unlucky me. On the one hand, the younger brother of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge: Prince Harry. On the other, Ms. Meghan Markle.  It is May.

I am not totally committed; I am not sure of the outcome. A brunette American actress living in Toronto. Harry likes blondes. Will it be a go? Hard to say, not convinced. I check frequently my favorite websites and dream of another fairytale. Is this a smoke screen for something else? This new lady comes from a divorced family, from parents of different races in America. Her natural beauty gives her confidence, which translates into not giving-a- damn about what other people think of her. She has confronted the ‘what are you’ questions and come out on the other side. One can dwell on the dichotomy and opt for self- destruction or find self-love and soar like the creatures God meant us to be. The latter is a beautiful thing. 

August and the couple are on the move to Botswana. The only glimpse is a picture of them walking on an airport’s tarmac.  Nothing is reported. We can imagine they are having a great time. Gosh, how nosy! There was a sighting when they crossed into Zambia. How intoxicating are fairytales! A pragmatist knows it does not exist. But, a love story, how great for mental balance. It lifts those endorphins to new high levels. No doubt, our collective psyche would be in a much better place if we could sprinkle love dust around the world. I cannot imagine the frenzy if Meghan and Harry get engaged. I am rooting for them.

If this fairy tale comes true, I will swoon over the details, get enthralled by the story and hide my enchantment from others! Blooming love magic melts a bit of the ice crust packed for protection against life’s day to day routine. New love sweetens the march of time.

It is November. Will Harry propose? Will she back out? Does she know the scope and size of her decision? Will love keep them together? Meghan do not play with the ginger Prince if you do not mean business. Do not waste his time or yours.

They are engaged. The build-up frenzy made it an anti-climactic announcement in the Kensington Palace Gardens.  Introducing the bride to the country happens in the following months. The public welcomes her at every stop.

It is March. Blogs about Meghan and Harry mushroom. What she wears, who does her hair, what does she say, snarky trolls along the way. How tough to share love, stay calm during a storm and carry on. The fascination is blinding, but still, Harry settles on the woman he loves. The wedding is two months away.

It is May. The British wedding of the year has come and gone. Meghan, Duchess of Sussex, Princess Henry of Wales is brilliant in her smart House of Givenchy dress designed by its British artistic director, Clare Waight Keller. Classic couture, bateau neckline and cathedral-length veil. Love on full display for the sentimental fanatics who hope that good will succeed over evil and love will lead the way.

And this concludes a year in the life of a fairytale. I hope another one comes soon.