relevance

After Kurt Cobain blew his head off, I read an interview with Courtney Love in which she said, "I had a prince. Don't think I don't know I had a prince!" Or something to that effect, only more slurred.
Long ago and far way, I had a prince. He was georgeous and brilliant and I think he actually loved me; for whatever that meant to people so young. But, I was a bad bad girl. I was careless with a delicate man (Thanks, Fiona). Although he wanted to remain, I sent him away. I had been sullied by my transgressions. I was no longer worthy of the prince.
He and his life have fared better for it. He met his intellectual peer (a french virgin, no less) and now lives a charmed existence in a picturesque french setting. I googled his name and found his blog. There is picture of him holding one of his children. It is so beautiful that tears immediately stung my eyes.
In reference to our hometown, he recently told me that he was glad he ended up elsewhere. I am glad he ended up elsewhere as well, more than just geographically.