Truth is the best.

Hey go knock on her door, she might remember you!

Maybe she is still single because of the saying,

"Every girl has three guys in her life. The one she loves. The one she hates. The one she can't be without, and in the end, they are all the same guy "

Maybe you are the guy. Go for it, it's never too late, and good luck.

Why do I feel like I am reading a riddle.
She opens her heart and bares her soul, she professes love.
You turned her down when she proposed to you and now she is single.

You scarred the woman and you want us to tell you that you broke her heart and she never recovered from it.

I dont know what you are asking. I think you know the answer and maybe you should tell us

so true...

"Most people are drowning in their delusional ignorance without knowing that their suffering was created by themselves." "Ignorance is a poison that kills love and all the good feelings"......men and women are the same, blinded by ignorance of love, remained to be fools not seeing the truth because their eyes, ears, hearts, minds and souls are being closed. If they both opened their heart and mind to deeply think how they truly feel about each other and gave love a chance, maybe then they could have been both happy, not living in the "what ifs" of life and not live in solitude and loneliness.

Okay I am sitting here reading answers and still wondering what the question is.

I think she proposed but since she said 'it has nothing to do with you' he refused to make her his queen... because of that they're still not married.

LMAO...I love how everyone is filling in the blanks to things we know nothing about.
IMO he's is just screwing with all of us.

Assumptions are all that are here in this thread....making an *** out of him and them. I prefer not to roll on assumptions.

Yes he fancies himself a writer. In a way, he is!!! Because in the end that is what storytelling is all about. Well played Gandalph!

and the winner is dolphin

@Blondey111,if you could,would you teach me the secret of your cheeky smile,so we can share it's poetry together?

Love your riddle. It certainly is an ingenious & unique way to seperate the wheat from the shaft. And fun to watch. ;~) I will message you.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

Just like a woman, she tossed the entire post out not just the pic.

LMAO ...
But ... I do think there's some guys erm... oh never mind...

It's a riddle, right? Like a game?

Not worth trying to guess the details, and the OP clearly doesn't want to fill them in.

I'll go with final resolution/explanation of:

1. the OP doesn't define any of the words the same way that the woman did;

2. the woman changed her mind about things several times over the period of approximately fifty five years;

3. the op wants to generalize his confusion to the entire male species in order to feel better about it.

MALE IGNORANCE ABOUT LOVE II
Hi everyone, wonderpeople.
Writing this wasn’t easy. Remember my first ever post a few weeks ago? Or was it the spider one?
SHE SAID; “I LOVE YOU BUT IT’S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU.” A FEW YEARS LATER SHE PROPOSED. THAT WAS OVER FIFTY YEARS AGO. SHE'S STILL SINGLE. PLEASE SOMEONE EXPLAIN.
It caused, to me unbelievable responses, some wanting to know more so this is the more. Didn’t know you people existed. My bad. Thanks. First time on a forum, virginal I think is the concept. No, a thanks is not enough, you’ve all helped me big time; hugs all around… on the house. Feel amongst friends. Only now am I beginning to see something… at least hoping to. The only thing I sought understanding for was the sentence, ‘I LOVE YOU BUT IT HAS GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU’.
But, as some said, without the other ‘bits’ it’s impossible to get the puzzle nor the analysis (answer) complete, so here goes; In that first post I exposed something that I’ve never spoken about to anyone, not even to myself and then based on those five sentences you dissected me like a frog (did someone say rat?) and made me feel who I was - am; a rat? Did me good. Perhaps I’ve been locked inside my own subjective little world busy killing budding feelings and now you people opened the window, or something and let me out; be proud. This whole story… funny, it’s difficult to go back in time, blocks, hurts, happened in another country… existence. I don’t remember how I met her but I did, and suddenly my world stood still… or was it a lift-off or …, anyway nothing was the same the moment after. She lived in a hospital dormitory, a nurse she was, and the girls there smiled at us. I took her, the first girl ever, to meet my mother who said that I’ve got it bad, I took her to meet everyone, she was mine and I hers and I was so proud, two inches taller, and then she wasn’t there. It had only lasted a few months. Tears blur the vision… sorry, first time since then that I ‘speak’ about this. Her name was Sarah, like my daughters. The usually smiling girls looked at me funnily when I came asking for her but she wasn’t there. I had never thought of enquiring about her family, it had been a forgone conclusion to both of us that our future lay ahead as one, and suddenly I didn’t know where to go or what to do to find her. A day or two later, don’t remember exactly, when again waiting for her to come back from somewhere one of the young nurses came over and said that she is in another hospital… as a patient. Rush! There they told me that she had gone… passed away… just a day or two ago. That’s when things stopped, but I managed to ask, “But where is she!?” hoping she still was. ‘She’s already buried,’ and I realized that she was Jewish and that I had been too late… to see her… to be with her… to…
Don’t remember much immediately after that, I think everything was cold and had hard sharp corners and everything hurt as they came hurtling at me from anywhere. I must have buried her too, somewhere deep as for many years I didn’t remember anything about her, no grief or indeed that she had ever existed; what do they call it, rejection something? Actually it was someone’s profile on Mingle2 that prompted me to feel and recall. My mother tried to help me as I buried myself in work, I drank, came up with new projects, women galore (must have hurt many), spent money, researched my own field, wrote, wore invisible blinders, you know like the horses did in the olden days, and then I dived into sea of music…
I met her at the Sibelius Academy where we both studied and then months or something later she said, “I LOVE YOU BUT IT’S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU.” I didn’t understand it then nor do I do today. That year, a leap one, on February the twenty ninth she threatened to propose to me and ‘we both’ laughed at ‘it’. After another four years, meanwhile she had become a fairly well known opera singer, when that same date hit the news she truly did propose and the custom of the local culture ‘forced’ me to buy her enough material for a new frock so that she’d have better luck next time. I bought her a whole bolt of the most beautiful material available, my mother chose, from which she could have made ten dresses and five gowns. How ironically ignorant or something I was; why in heavens name didn’t anyone shoot me, not necessarily in the ‘grey matter splashed all over the wall’ sense but at least in some. And as ‘we both’ laughed at the diminutive ‘it’ her world must have come crashing down whilst I was blindly rushing through what I thought was life, at max speed without aim looking neither left nor right and especially not behind.
Then as the pendulum slowly swung things settled down and I began caring again; as a therapist helping those lost (hear that nearchoking scream of merry irony?), fostering kids, big and small, taking in homeless, those in need, food for the poor… to the excess… till this day. Someone said my home, a large one, pool, sauna, the works, was like a train station with people of all ages coming and going, some stayed for a few months, some for years, even twenty, until they moved on. I thought I felt the purpose in what I did whilst avoiding publicity, as I do now, yet receiving both notoriety and commendations; if only they’d known, neither did I, the rat.
Sorry, I did tell part of this to my daughter a while back when things slowed down and bits of those cold hard corners began hitting me again. I explained why I had chosen Sarah as her name and a bit about Maggie, oh, that was the opera singer’s name, sorry, she had a dachshund, and we spoke about love. My daughter said that love is when the other person is more important than yourself; sixteen she was then. I have, whilst writing this, come to the, naïve?, conclusion that I had been, as they say, blindly in love with my first Sarah and after losing her I was unable to love, not Maggie or any of the others including my two wives or to search for it, love, as I denied its existence. But then my Babu Sarah came along. She turned adult (18) just a few weeks ago and I love her unconditionally and desperately, she’s more important to me than all else including you and me squashed into a pot. But; is it real or just ersatz love? Don’t answer.
Now after all that, please can someone explain to me what Maggie meant when she said, “I LOVE YOU BUT IT’S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU.”
Thanks for reading, Leocreare… well, hug’s really.
PS. Googling I learned that, as an old childless spinster, she’s locally popular in that distant country for organizing every summer song festivals for children around these times when I write this. Those corners hurtling at me are sharp and painful!
Another PS. For donkey’s years I’ve been writing manuscripts for books, 20 plus, some over a hundred thousand words long, must be well over a million, perhaps two, words by now, books in need of editing, where love is always the underlying theme. Boy meets girl, the girl being the heroine, and after incredible, ‘kosher’ and often historical escapades later, they live happily ever after. Good stuff, unpublished. Never thought of it before; a connection with Sarah?
Yet another one; Is that why I hang around the Jerusalem shuck on Fridays, perhaps looking for…?
This’s the last PS and then I’ll go, promise; If you find it and then lose it you should… no, don’t listen to me. Too late. What a waste. Shouldn’t be playing the Moonlight Sonata in the background. Hurts. Bye.

ITS NOT SO MUCH THE IGNORANCE OF LOVE IT'S THE IGNORANCE OF OUR AND WANTS AND

NEEDS AND OUR MATES WANTS AND NEEDS, BOTH EMOTIONAL OR PHYSICAL...MEN AND WOMEN

TAKE IN INFO DIFFERENTLY AND PROCESS IT DIFFERENTLY.....BOTTOM LINE ITS SELF

AWARENESS IS THE FIRST STEP.....ITS REALLY HARD TO UNDERSTAND OTHERS WHEN WE DO

NOT KNOW OURSELVES....

If love exist, and we know it does.
Then I love every one but am only compatible with some.

Perhaps while she loved you, she felt either you couldn't meet her needs, wants and desires or that she couldn't provide you yours.
While you were deluded believing both she and you were capable of fulfilling each others wants,needs and desires