A familiar, colloquial phrase: hopeless romantic. But what exactly is so hopeless about it? Shouldn't it be hopeful romantic instead? I mean aren't most "hopeless romantics" always longing, always hoping for that one person who fulfills their every desire, their every whim? So, why did it become hopeless? If unconditional love and care is what we seek, shouldn't we all be hopeful that we will find someone who can fulfill those needs and desires? And if we have found our significant other for all-time, shouldn't we continue to find ways to fill those spaces in-between, where our love may not exactly meet head-on?
Some, perhaps many, would consider me a hopeless romantic, but I would prefer to be remembered as a hopeful romantic at the end of my days, always hoping for more, always hoping for better.
The Twilight saga is an international phenomenon, a modern-day romance with the premise being two men in love with the same woman. Seems like the perfect scenario, right? Wrong. It's impossible for all three to walk away unscathed; one is always fundamentally hurt and unenamored, pun intended. But, as movies and other works of fiction go, all three wind up happily ever after and forevermore in the end. The heroine not only gets the love of a lifetime, but a man to fill in all of the gaps, too. Back to reality, and I am not "hopeless" enough to believe that this could be my future life. Yet, I want more; I want better.
It's often ironic how you can look back at a sequence of events and see perfectly how one comment, one action, triggered the others, just like a set of dominoes, and it all makes perfect sense. Over two years ago, my ex and I chose different paths, but unlike the fairytale, I did not get to keep my best friend. Yet, I am complete in the realization still that, though vastly difficult and not wholly without its errors in judgment, I made the best decision and am still awaiting my Edward.
No comments:
Post a Comment