On Great Love Stories

I’ve always wished to be a part of a great love story. To love deeply and passionately. To feel like inhaling it deeply was right and meant to be. Like it had already been scripted by some Hollywood author (or more likely Lars von Tier in my case).

Sometimes I serve myself some emotional education, once it’s “Out of Africa” today “The fault in our stars”. And I came to realize that most of the Great Love Stories are Great because they are STORIES. With clear beginning, middle and end. III acts just like every screenwriting guide book would tell us.

I won’t be another bitter single feminist voice moaning that true love doesn’t exist, nor will I sit on my ass waiting for the Perfect Prince Charming. There are no perfect males and there are no perfect princesses either. And true love is real as fuck.

My point here is – it’s much harder to sustain a relationship, even if it’s origin is true love than all great romances teach us. In my experience is the distance to overcome as well of not being able to drawn my sorrows in some drinks and stranger’s cum anymore.

There are no guidelines of how true love should work on day to day basis. On how to keep it alive.

We’ve got a lot of manuals of how to deal with death of a beloved one. To cancer for example – seems so fashionable right now. So fucking romantic - you don’t have to deal with washing up or possibility of cheating, because the idealized image of the person in your head won’t change.

Do you honestly think, Jack and Rose would stay together if the rescue team saved them both? Imagine them living in New York for example. On some cold dusty attic. She, being cut off from the luxury life she was used to would probably grow to hate that penniless artist. Or he, after a huge success would simply find another muse. Not that that pretty, right?

I wish there was some teaching materials for sluts in monogamist relationship. It doesn’t have to be a great huge budget masterpiece. Just a simple Lynda style tutorial would do.

And no, Lilly and Marshall scenes in “How I met your mother” don’t count.