There’s a cool magazine that asks male public figures to tell tales about lost loves. The chapter is entitled “it wasn’t meant to be”. Most of them have stories about puppy love, innocent flirtations of childhood, others use the opportunity to trash former lovers.
Never mind. I was discussing this with a friend. A female friend. We both agreed that if the shoe was on the other foot, we couldn’t cope. I mean… I wouldn’t expose myself like this. And I have no idea what to write on this subject. Probably after all I don’t have what it takes to be a writer, as some or most writers base their stories on personal experience or experiences of people close of them.
I don’t know what to say on the subject. First of all, I have a very poor memory of childhood loves. Second, they were too many to collect or recollect. I used to fall in love every week. Some were boys my age, some were movie actors… Who can remember? Nothing important, as most of them weren’t shared. That’s why I used to move on very fast. And not care too much. Maybe I blocked some memories, maybe there weren’t any memories to have. No idea.
As for more recent affairs or relationship… what is there to write? They are no better than other’s. Every story is a cliché. Boy meets girl. They are together for a while. Might be a night, might be 15 years. They fall out of love, IF there was any love to be lost. One of them cheats. Or just leaves. Usually cheats. That’s it.
I was thinking that I am one of the few people who didn’t like the movie/ book Love Story. Of course, I can quote from it: “What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant? That she loved Mozart and Bach, the Beatles, and me?” / “Love means never having to say you’re sorry.”
But it didn’t impress me much. On the other hand, I saw probably 20 times or more A Little Romance. An obscure movie almost 10 years later. I don’t remember any quote, but I fell in love forever with Diane Lane. I already loved Laurence Olivier. I dreamed of a love like that. I still dream of it. I’m a naïve teenager, not a smart ass student.
Yup, probably this is what I would write: I didn’t like Love Story, I loved A Little Romance. And the sarcastic question: “What if Romeo and Juliet lived?”
There’s no happy end in a love story. It just ends.