For most love stories, it is easy to communicate the exact moment two hearts finally arrived at the same place, and stayed long enough to be neatly knitted in ways that a separation will mean tearing away parts of each. Or parts of one of them and the other will be left to carry around that part of someone else, maybe for the rest of their lives.
A love story always start out with a quiet, sometimes unacknowledged need, which is intensified by the pressure of perfect romances all around, yet challenged by a past, a bad one that did not just change the subject, but also changed their world and path, and was threatening to change their future. Then, boom, a meeting set up by chance, with a set of eyes that will not look away.
In moments like that, there is always something else at play in the background, maybe a noise or passers-by who are too busy living their own lives to notice that another love journey is about to begin, or a friend who is overjoyed that their friend has met someone new. But those are always never focused on. Sights are always set on the air and exchange between these two strangers who are about to have their lives altered in good or bad ways.
The audience can wish for the best, all they want. They don’t have a say in how things will turn out. How it all goes depend on who the subjects are and how they respond to the pressures around them. Oh, there’s also the writer; The God, who has it all planned out, and gets to decide where each road leads and where the subjects will “choose” to take. In case you don’t get why choose is in quote: how do you call it choice when you have it already written down? Is it really foretelling when the subjects can’t really go against the forces driving them down a path that can only end a certain way?
Anyway, these two subjects, they have met. The air is magical. They can feel a pull toward each other. They are even a little excited about it. And the universe keeps throwing them into each other’s path, as a nudge to broker something deeper than a stare between two strangers in a crowd.
“So, coffee, tea, or dinner, later?”
“Of course? I guess it is totally something I should do?”
Unsure or not, they do that. They meet. And amidst the discoveries and burning questions, their attention is somehow fixed on the good part; the flow of light over their hair, how they curve their lips when they speak, the promise in their eyes and the fact that they are there in that moment, have presented themselves for the role and are willing to take a chance.
If the first date goes well, they will have a second and a third until the curtain is drawn on the audience. If the date doesn’t go well – though it usually does – the universe takes control, yet again, and pushes them around, until they succumb to a second date. There they decide that what put them off the first time isn’t really that bad. They can live with that, right? Well, we don’t know what side of the dice will fall for them. Only the writer knows. So, depending on what the writer is trying to achieve, they can make them able to live with that. Or they can make them stop that off-putting behavior. Alternatively, they can make them be ripped apart by that behavior and other factors the audience couldn’t see coming. But no love story ever ends that way. The two people involved always emerge from the storms together, maybe not always hand-in-hand, but they always come out at the other end of the tunnel still willing to stick by each other, against all odds. Occasionally, one may come out before the other but none ever get swallowed up in a storm.
So, the life cycle of any love story starts from the presence of a need, whether acknowledged or not. Then proceeds to the place of opportunity, whether chanced or orchestrated. After that, someone has to have the courage to risk a lot and try out that opportunity. They may have to take the lead, while the other learns to fall in rhythm with them. Then both will give themselves to keep it alive: Little efforts, here. And little sacrifices, there. To keep the wheels oiled and running.
So love is birthed from the sum of need, opportunity, a string of actions and the activities of the universe. That is why its end always come when needs stop being met and feelings stop being considered.