is a story about love and a love story one in the same? heartbreak has led me to believe that the two are, in fact, mutually exclusive.
a story about love will always have an ending. someone will always be left, alone and suffering, when all is said and done. it is a fable: a means of understanding the difference between love and being in love. it is a lesson for us to learn, a teaching method used by the earth to ensure our safety in future endeavors. one of these loves always comes before the other, but which one, i will never be sure of.
on the other hand, a love story is the telling of two people who have already deciphered which love has caught them first: brotherly or the all-consuming infatuation kind. and they will have already acted on the second one, too. they will have crossed the bridge to commitment, and cut the ties keeping it intact, and surrendered individuality for the rest of their personal existences. singularity will never again touch them.
both stories are dangerous, both equally life-ruining and life-making at the same time, and never making any sense. it is up to the courageous to partake in either one, and the job of the romantic to see through their respective outcomes until the very dark, dreary end. without both counterparts, there would never be success.
that is why we failed, you know. the romantic ensnared us , the courageous saw us through. and seeking adventure, she chose the wrong path for love stories , reducing us to a story
about
love.