20-06-2014, 18:29
So, a love story?...ok, try this one...
Once there was a handsome young actor... a prince... a leading man...talented, and successful … constantly surrounded by admiring would be girlfriends, no shortage of one night stands or longer. But there was something unexplained nagging in the background and waiting to come forth.
Then one day, backstage in rehearsal at a new theatre...SHE walks in. Just like the movies. His heart stops. In a single second he knows. She is beautiful, and funny, and sexy, and ….she is the one. There is not a shred of doubt. He would lay down his life for her.
And he pursues, and he woos, and eventually she agrees, and they marry. And kids are born.
He is passionate but she is always somewhat detached. The lovemaking becomes mechanical.
And then she becomes sick. Seriously. A life long condition is discovered. It is treated and goes into remission but will always dangle over them like the Sword of Damocles.
So he does what he must. He forgoes his career (no insurance) and takes a nothing office job (insurance).
Something is missing though. As time passes the passion from her wanes further. He is no longer a prince, apparently but just a husband in a boring job.
Years pass but the nagging something becomes a screaming demon wanting out. Finally he accepts that within him there is a her.
In secret, in shame, in fear, he explores. He struggles and fights but the need wont go away. It comes from somewhere deep and has been buried too long. He hints but his hints are ignored.
The need becomes overwhelming.
And then he discovers her secret.
Years before, long before they married. She had a love. For her... the love. The one. But times and circumstances prevailed and it never came to be. But the longing remained in her heart. Her marriage to the actor had been in consolation. A settling.
But now the long ago love has reappeared. Successful, vibrant, but still married to another. They begin meeting secretly.
Now it becomes clear what had been missing all those years. Why the passion had been missing.
But his love for her remains strong, so he turns a blind eye, wanting only for her to be happy. Her happiness is more important than his. He ignores the absences. He ignores the sudden unexplained bursts of happiness she exhibits before applying her makeup and venturing out. And inside he/she is secretly dying.
And “she” takes shape from inside of him and becomes real. The person that was always meant to be, free of the anxieties of trying to pretend to be what she was not.
But her birth is greeted by the wife as a relief from guilt. His/her secret taken as justification to expunge her guilt for her own betrayal.
And so they muddle on, friends, but neither happy, neither fulfilled, the needs of children and finances holding them together in mutual loneliness and despair.
And the actress lives for the nights when she can dance, and dance, and dance the night away … and somehow struggle to dance away the pain.
Well, I never said it would have a happy ending did I?
Do all love stories have to have happy endings? I am guessing they don't...
Once there was a handsome young actor... a prince... a leading man...talented, and successful … constantly surrounded by admiring would be girlfriends, no shortage of one night stands or longer. But there was something unexplained nagging in the background and waiting to come forth.
Then one day, backstage in rehearsal at a new theatre...SHE walks in. Just like the movies. His heart stops. In a single second he knows. She is beautiful, and funny, and sexy, and ….she is the one. There is not a shred of doubt. He would lay down his life for her.
And he pursues, and he woos, and eventually she agrees, and they marry. And kids are born.
He is passionate but she is always somewhat detached. The lovemaking becomes mechanical.
And then she becomes sick. Seriously. A life long condition is discovered. It is treated and goes into remission but will always dangle over them like the Sword of Damocles.
So he does what he must. He forgoes his career (no insurance) and takes a nothing office job (insurance).
Something is missing though. As time passes the passion from her wanes further. He is no longer a prince, apparently but just a husband in a boring job.
Years pass but the nagging something becomes a screaming demon wanting out. Finally he accepts that within him there is a her.
In secret, in shame, in fear, he explores. He struggles and fights but the need wont go away. It comes from somewhere deep and has been buried too long. He hints but his hints are ignored.
The need becomes overwhelming.
And then he discovers her secret.
Years before, long before they married. She had a love. For her... the love. The one. But times and circumstances prevailed and it never came to be. But the longing remained in her heart. Her marriage to the actor had been in consolation. A settling.
But now the long ago love has reappeared. Successful, vibrant, but still married to another. They begin meeting secretly.
Now it becomes clear what had been missing all those years. Why the passion had been missing.
But his love for her remains strong, so he turns a blind eye, wanting only for her to be happy. Her happiness is more important than his. He ignores the absences. He ignores the sudden unexplained bursts of happiness she exhibits before applying her makeup and venturing out. And inside he/she is secretly dying.
And “she” takes shape from inside of him and becomes real. The person that was always meant to be, free of the anxieties of trying to pretend to be what she was not.
But her birth is greeted by the wife as a relief from guilt. His/her secret taken as justification to expunge her guilt for her own betrayal.
And so they muddle on, friends, but neither happy, neither fulfilled, the needs of children and finances holding them together in mutual loneliness and despair.
And the actress lives for the nights when she can dance, and dance, and dance the night away … and somehow struggle to dance away the pain.
Well, I never said it would have a happy ending did I?
Do all love stories have to have happy endings? I am guessing they don't...