Love Stories

Love stories. The ones we always want to get involved in. They sometime start spontaneously, they sometimes end drastically, amiably, and even bloodily, but always irrevocably.

Love stories. The ones we always something we want when we are young. A charming prince. A romantic and thoughtful man. One who will always be true to you and constantly there to support you, understand you and love you. In reality, only a few of us do find that love. Most of us get the devil dressed up as an angel, a drunk in a tuxedo or a man still in diapers.

Love stories. The ones made up to go on the the silver screen, to be read in our local libraries, to be seen on TV as if it were real life; some of us believe it, some of us don’t.

Love stories. The ones changing over the years in terms of romanticism, of courtship, or originality. Why do people long for the ways we used to court in the 19th century when we are presently living at the edge of the 21st? Tomorrow’s courtship will be so fascinating: cybernetic dating, interactive weddings available all over the world, total seclusion from one another! Doesn't it sound wonderful?

Love stories. Pure and simple. The ones that always seem to happen to others. Always around you. Always available to you, if only you’d open your eyes.

Love stories. The one you wish to be an actor in, though you’re thinking the theatrical run would end soon. Maybe, unbeknownst to you, we were already cast in the longest show ever.

Love stories. The ones some of us have avoided for the longest time, just waiting for the right one to come along, the right partner because you don’t want to waste your time any more.

Love stories. The ones that are meant to be. Two people finding each other to grow spiritually, Interdependence. Two people sharing good and not so good times. Support. Two people loving each other no matter what. Loyalty. Two people being with each other until they outgrow each other. Wisdom. There’s no way a ring can mean love forever, although it does happen sometime if we apply the “constructive cheating” policy.

Love story. The one and only one you have truly for all your life. With yourself. The most challenging of them all. The cruelest of them all and the hardest to live fully. Why can’t I love me?

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This was written when I was 20.

Some powerful ideas in this text.

Scary to think that I had a hunch that dating would go online.

Also, what the heck is “constructive cheating”?

I am baffled by my 20 year-old self.

-sk