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Original Story: Love Story
Jan. 25th, 2010 09:21 pmThere was a woman, once, who loved a man; but that is an old story. There was a man, once, who loved a woman; but this, too, is common. But there was a woman, and there was a man, and they were in love.
Perhaps their families disliked each other; or perhaps one lived in the sea and one on land; or perhaps again one was betrothed, bound by such vows as cannot be broken. But howsoe’er it happened, they were kept apart, and all their efforts and desires could not join them.
Now, it is common at this point in the story for the lovers to die in some ecstatic agony. But it is not so.
For they parted, with many vows of love eternal and bittersweet remembrance, and went their separate ways, and wept hot tears of love requited and yet unfulfilled – and over time (Time, the great healer) grew older, calmer, easier in joy.
There was a woman, once, who loved a man; and though he may not have been her first, fierce, soul-consuming love, still they loved, and wed, and marrying rejoiced. And there was a man, once, who loved a woman, and adored her with all of his heart (save only a little corner which still remembered, faintly, his first beloved), and married her, and had children by her, and they were happy.
And while that may not be the expected ending, still that is how this story ends; and perhaps it is a better ending than the common one.
Perhaps their families disliked each other; or perhaps one lived in the sea and one on land; or perhaps again one was betrothed, bound by such vows as cannot be broken. But howsoe’er it happened, they were kept apart, and all their efforts and desires could not join them.
Now, it is common at this point in the story for the lovers to die in some ecstatic agony. But it is not so.
For they parted, with many vows of love eternal and bittersweet remembrance, and went their separate ways, and wept hot tears of love requited and yet unfulfilled – and over time (Time, the great healer) grew older, calmer, easier in joy.
There was a woman, once, who loved a man; and though he may not have been her first, fierce, soul-consuming love, still they loved, and wed, and marrying rejoiced. And there was a man, once, who loved a woman, and adored her with all of his heart (save only a little corner which still remembered, faintly, his first beloved), and married her, and had children by her, and they were happy.
And while that may not be the expected ending, still that is how this story ends; and perhaps it is a better ending than the common one.
