" I have found almost everything written ever about love to be true. I suppose I think of love more than anyone really should. Shakespeare said, 'Journeys end in lovers' meeting'...What an extraordinary thought!! Personally, Ive never experienced anything remotely close to that. It was Shakespeare who also said, 'Love is blind.' Now that, is something, I know to be true. For some, quite inexplicably, love fades. For others, love is simply lost. Then again, love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love, the cruelest kind, the one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. "
I probably sound like a relationship expert. Let me clear that by stating that this is not my own work. The above piece is the opening dialogue of one of my favourite movies of all time - The Holiday - starring Kate Winslet, one of the best and most versatile actresses Hollywood has ever seen and the stunning Cameron Diaz. May i remind u that this is not a movie review either. No matter what anybody else says, I love 'chick flicks' like these, where there is always a damsel in distress, rescued by a knight in shining armour, they fall deeply n madly in love and they live happily ever after.
Happily ever after - Thats where the superimposition of real and reel life come to a jarring halt. Is there ever a thing called 'happily ever after' in real love? The pain of unrequited love- that is something that no amount of literary creativity can capture. It can ache in places that you never knew you had inside of you. It doesnt matter how many haircuts you get or how many new gyms you join, you still go to bed every night thinking about him, going over every minute detail, wondering how you can atleast make him aware of your existence, which worships the very ground he walks on. I know I sound pathetic, but its true. That is the curse of a woman who is doomed to love a man who does not or will not love her back.
Of course, the most logical solution would be to dump the creep and move on, and I envy those strong females who follow that sensible route. The rest of us, however, go through the deepest and darkest times of our lives, where we become mere shadows of our original happy selves, with new year's eve and valentine's day brought in by tears and truckloads of chocolate icecream. Its utter misery, I tell you. You feel like your soul has been ripped out of you - that you'll never be whole again till he holds you in his arms and assures you that he's here to stay. And most of the time, we keep holding onto those faintest bits of happy memories with him, not wanting to let go, hoping one day he might change his mind and show up at your doorstep.
That is why, I guess, women are women. We have been cursed with an extra large heart to harbour feelings of love.(and hate,mind you.) We have patience that can be tested for an entire century before he decides to be yours and you still wont mind. And the pain that we go through is testimony to the fact that women have the power to bear anything.
