I used to think Romeo and Juliet was the greatest love story ever written. But now that Im middle-aged I know better. Oh Romeo certainly thinks he loves his Juliet. Driven by hormones he unquestionably lusts for her. But if he loves her its a shallow love. You want proof Soon after meeting her for the first time he realizes he forgot to ask her for her name. Can true love be founded upon such shallow acquaintance I dont think so. And at the end when he thinks shes dead he finds no comfort in living out the remainder of his life within the paradigm of his love at least keeping alive the memory of what they had briefly shared even if it was no more than illusion or more accurately hormonal. Yes those of us watching events unfold from the darkness know she merely lies in slumber. But does he seek the reason for her life-like appearance No. Instead he accuses Death of amorousness convinced that the lean abhorred monster endeavors to keep Juliet in her present state cheeks flushed so that she might cater to his own dissolute desires. But does Romeo hold her in his arms one last time and feel the warmth of her blood still coursing through her veins Does he pinch her to see if she might awaken Does he hold a mirror to her nose to see if her breath fogs it Once twice three times a no. His alleged love is so superficial and so selfish that he seeks to escape the pain of loss by taking his own life. Thats not love but infatuation. Had they wedJuliet bearing many children bonding growing together the masks of the star-struck teens they once were long ago cast away basking in the love born of a lifetime togetherand she died of natural causes would Romeo have been so moved to take his own life or would he have grieved properly for her loss and not just his own.J. Conrad Guest author of Backstop A Baseball Love Story in Nine Innings The Cobb Legacy Januarys Paradigm One Hot January Januarys Thaw A Retrospect in Death forthcoming and 500 Miles to Go forthcoming
Famous Quotes about self-confidence
In that house you will find my heart. You must break in Henri and get it back for me.Was she mad We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her but she took my hand and put it against her chest.Feel for yourself.
I want to be with you forever and beyond...
Then he almost but didnt say the two sentence hed been meaning to say for years part of me is made of glass and also I love you
I dont believe it Quince says with absolute certainty. I dont believe anything magical can make someone more in love. ... He looks me right in the eye as he says Love is already the strongest magic in the world.
Ive been working hard to become the kind of man she needs the kind of man she already believes me to be.
Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.
Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them the depth of field minimal their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.
abstraction n.Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those nights when I sleep alone when I curl into a pillow that isnt you when I hear the tiptoe sounds that arent yours. Its not as if I can conjure you up completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead.
I could still feel the ghost of him hovering in the quiet dark recess of my heart. It was as if he was just waiting for me to be lonely or to let my guard down so that he could surface and fill my mind again with thoughts of him.