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Monday, June 1, 2009
Love Stories
So, I'm looking at my Blogger profile and saw my list of movies. My eyes went wide. My jaws dropped. My cheeks flushed.
It's mostly love stories!!!
Seriously??? Tsk. Not that... I hate love stories, or that I was one of those people who go "Yuck. Eww. Gross." over mushy and corny love stories because I do love them. I mean how could I not love love stories? It's cute, beautiful, and endearing! Other people's love stories, that is. Why is that???
That when you look at other people's love stories, hear about their love stories, or read about their love stories, it's still wonderful and exquisite even if it's the most heart-wrenching, mental-breaking, soul-ripping, wrist-cutting, identity-losing love stories in existence!
But when it comes to ours (mine at least ;-p), it's flat out devastatingly ugly. But we (because I'm wishfully thinking that there are others out there like me) learn. And if we don't learn right away following one heck of a devastatingly ugly--the brutal, gruesome kind--relationship, there's always the next, and the next after that, and hopefully the next and last.
I finally say last because we don't wanna keep learning after and after each failed attempt, do we? Life is short and temporary, after all. And we actually want to live the cute-beautiful-and-endearing love story, the kind that we see, hear, and read about. 'Ya?
It's mostly love stories!!!
Seriously??? Tsk. Not that... I hate love stories, or that I was one of those people who go "Yuck. Eww. Gross." over mushy and corny love stories because I do love them. I mean how could I not love love stories? It's cute, beautiful, and endearing! Other people's love stories, that is. Why is that???
That when you look at other people's love stories, hear about their love stories, or read about their love stories, it's still wonderful and exquisite even if it's the most heart-wrenching, mental-breaking, soul-ripping, wrist-cutting, identity-losing love stories in existence!
But when it comes to ours (mine at least ;-p), it's flat out devastatingly ugly. But we (because I'm wishfully thinking that there are others out there like me) learn. And if we don't learn right away following one heck of a devastatingly ugly--the brutal, gruesome kind--relationship, there's always the next, and the next after that, and hopefully the next and last.
I finally say last because we don't wanna keep learning after and after each failed attempt, do we? Life is short and temporary, after all. And we actually want to live the cute-beautiful-and-endearing love story, the kind that we see, hear, and read about. 'Ya?
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