I'm finally back on this blog with a rather important post.
This is Sara Chesler.
Sara and I dated for about ten months in 2008. We met in January of 2008 while acting in an admittedly wretched Christmas-themed short play that closed after one poorly attended performance (Tuesday afternoon; four middle aged men), and began dating shortly thereafter. Our relationship came to an official end last November, but it's my hope, and, I believe, hers, that we will remain in each other's lives in some way: if not as a couple, then as two people who care a great deal about one another. Neither of us always made the best choices or acted in a perfect way, and possibly that contributed to the decision to end things. Maybe it simply wasn't meant to be. This happens. At the same time, though, it's simply asinine to imagine that respect and affection could simply vanish overnight after over a year.
So let it be known: Sara is a truly wonderful person. The world is better off having her - it's as simple as that. She's intelligent, thoughtful, and as perceptive of people's feelings as any I've ever encountered. She's honest with you and asks for nothing less. And she's beautiful to look at. She loves acting and the theatre and Muppets and dancing giddily and Jack White and the Avett Brothers and her cat, even though he likes to bite her for no reason. She comes from Uniontown, Pennsylvania and vacations in Cape May, New Jersey. Some years back she went through a rough patch which very nearly was the end of her. Or it could have been, had she let it. But instead of listening to some around her who had written her off, she decided that she had rather more to do in this world before heading on to the next. I'm very glad she made that choice, because if she hadn't - if she'd given up - I wouldn't have had the privilege of knowing her. Hearing of this triumph was the first of many lessons she had for me about how strong a person can really be, and I feel like I'm still learning them.
This makes sense: we try things: sometimes they work, sometimes not, but whatever happens we are better for them. We are bigger people. Sara was my girlfriend for a time, and now I hope that she will remain my friend, so that I can bear proud witness to all the good she'll do, and the person she becomes. I hope her skies never darken for too long and that she knows she can always ask to borrow an umbrella. And I hope that whomever she finds to share in that journey will realize who it is they've got looking back at them, and wonder how they got so lucky.
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