Human beings are emotional creatures. Aren’t they? All I see lately, around me, are stories of falling in and falling out (of love.) Side-effect of the Spring weather some will say. Sign of times maybe as well.
When I look at my grand-parents, I see two people whom one day fell in love. And that love never ended. Not even when my grand’pa passed away a few years ago. When I talk with my grand-mother, I hear the story of a love that grew stronger every day, that nourished itself from the obstacles life threw at them, that was bigger than any love-story you can see in movies. “They lived happily ever after…” Or almost.
When I look at my parents, I see a love that stayed, despite the differences, despite the opposite personalities. I see two people who learned to make sacrifices for something greater: their couple, their family; and that were able to find balance and happiness.
When I look at my sister, I see a young couple that builds a story on common grounds. I see two people who are friends as much as they’re lovers.
When I look at my friends, I see a wide variety of things. From the unbelievable love-story that started with a dream and that is now the strongest weapon against cancer, to upcoming weddings, to burgeoning relationships… to falling outs. Lots of falling outs. And it makes me wonder. When do we start falling out of love? Is there still a place in our world for “happily ever after”?
Have we become too selfish to allow ourselves to believe in fairy tales?
