Wednesday, April 11, 2007

the bridges of madison county. perhaps it's true that love takes just a moment, but lasts a lifetime. perhaps it's true that a a lone moment of selfishness can make everything worthwhile once again. there's something to be marvelled at in the story of robert kincaid and francesca. unbelievable though it might appear. and that is that if the memory of a beautiful time spent together is enough to sustain two lives connected by a silent love across distance and the years, then i must make a beautiful memory in this life time.

And I won't need anything else. Yet there is something disturbing as well. were it not for the distance and the years, would love still remain? would proximity breed familiarity n familiarity monotony n monotony a dull comfort? is love (the sort that takes over your senses, that makes you lose yourself) to be the privilege of only those that have known it in all it's glory, but for an instant, and then let it go of their own accord because they feared its intensity. and what that power could do if given a chance. is love overwhelming, only when you know you cannot have it?

2 Comments:

At May 19, 2008 11:51 pm, Blogger sista said...

..you (whoever you are) wrote this more than a year ago, i found this today(!), yet i can so identify, having asked this question a zillion times.... actually I dont ask it, i live it....and i'm not entirely sure it is a privilege, it is , I agree, but it is equally a curse.

I experience that pinnacle in each longing since it is frozen in time and space and then I am left empty of all emotion, gapingly endlessly empty, at the cannot-ever-haveness....not a very good way to live surely!

...have always loved the movie.

 
At November 12, 2008 11:35 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good words.

 

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