I had several ideas for this post. Intriguing, amusing, thoughtful ideas, all jostling for space and attention in my head, slyly shoving each other while smiling broadly at the camera, vying to be chosen as the post winner. I spent last week drafting the piece, mental wheels spinning as I slalomed the forklift through my family’s warehouse, picking phrases and words off my vocabulary stores as I dispatched orders, cheerfully singing in the rain when I felt the post coming together in a solid, attractive first draft.
Then, in a huge explosion of emotional glitter and figurative fireworks, I became engaged.
I cannot – for the life of me – remember any of my post ideas. Not one.
Dinner has been late every night. I’ve put product labels on backwards, upside down, and even on the wrong item. I meant to have this post up hours ago, but… well… haven’t.
I’m not myself. Thankfully, not one person has had a problem with my fuzzy, errant actions or lack of concentration. Because, it turns out, everyone loves a love story.
There are so many parts of a “love story”. All the firsts that are encountered, fumbled, missed, celebrated – the first meeting, the first date, first kiss, first fight, first time “I knew”. The ebb and flow of lives and souls towards each other and away, the distractions, hazards and antagonists that cause the wary or oblivious heart to stumble and bruise – all combine to make each love story unique.
I like asking people about how they met their partners/spouses/boyfriends. I’m fascinated by which movies or characters, books or music people find beautiful or true love stories. The variations in what is seen to be romantic is astonishing, as is the difference in dating habits amongst people I know. Hollywood certainly knows the allure of a love story, though what I class as excellent love stories (Monsoon Wedding, Stranger Than Fiction and the BBC’s The Taming of the Shrew for example) may not follow the same formula or be what you class as love stories – but they are love stories to me.
I now have my own love story. It’s still being written, with luminous ink freshly splashed over the astonished, blooming chambers of my heart.
Why are people fascinated in love stories? Do you have a movie, book, song or part thereof that is a beautiful love story to you? What makes a great love story?