"Ours is undoubtedly the greatest love story, Everrr and One day he will see it too!!! ", chirped away this friend I know and adore. Months have passed since she has been sharing regular,live updates of her unrequited love story with me and well as all unrequited love stories go, her's too have had its fair share of the awful and sad parts. What made it worse was that inspite of her regular attempts to pursue (and hence the persistent admonishing from me) she wasn't getting any closer,or better at getting her happy ending.
Yeah, its sad, but if we push aside the emotions and its tragedic proportions for a moment, her story fits your normal; run of the mill-happening-everywhere-scenario right? Well. In my opinion, what sets her/them apart in this case; is that even at their lowest of low points right now, and, if i may add, a particularly ugly turn, she still choose to believe, that her's is the greatest love story ever. And gosh! the sad drawl and belief she says it with!!! On any other day, this comment would have been swiftly followed with a head slap, square in her face along with exasperated comments from me.But today, I was ppreoccupied making doodles in my notebook and staring vacantly at the doodly circles, lost in my own thing, when i heard her say this.
After months of hearing her crib,contemplate, plan and pray for Mr.Punk (more like Mr.Junk if yu ask me :/), his time around, I chose to reserve my comments and playful attempts at cheering her up. Instead, I looked up. Stared at her for a second and then another. And then yet another. Then gave up with an exasperated (and maybe a little exaggerated head shake) and smiled to myself muttering, 'Bloody lovers'. *facepalm*
Apart from my rhetoric reaction to her very usual action, it really got me to thinking. Doesn't any and every good love story draw sighs and harrumphs over its twist and turns? The classic girl next door love story, the esoteric older woman-younger man or vice-versa. While there are quite a few that don’t comfortably fit the norms(same sex love stories), conversely, also prevalent, are the (preferred) ones with the happy endings, which if i may add, seem as slight as the dandelion—a sunny flowering, a puffball dispersed on a breeze. Ethereal and beautiful. :) Does these microscopic detailing's befit its fate on the love-greatness scale? Just because the guy in question (lets call him Mr. X) chose to stamp on and huff away from the affection that the girl-in-question had to offer, why should it make her love story any less amazing? Hence, even though she infuriates me sometimes with her seeming disegard for everything except Mr. X, Hats off to her dedication to him mahn. And why not? Why does every love story, befitting to be re-told with fanfare and an air of victorious exuberance,only be the ones with happy endings? Why can't Glorious tales of royal and brutal rejection be a really great story worth being experienced?
Infact, whatever little/much we know about love is through watching the love/hate stories spanning our families as a kid..and the major lessons that started straight from middle school(and how :O ) till date. While in some Love stories, i see butterflies falling for homebodies, others involve dreamers head over heels with realists. Some have more at stake than a trip to the altar and don’t always end up happily. Some invoke the archetypes of myth and fairy tale, diving into the deeper imaginative realms of high Romanticism, a movement enamored of mystery and nature untamed. Others are live examples of the literary “romance,” scarcely true but then again happening all around nevertheless...one that combines adventure, idealism, and courtly love. Some people have one where their love takes them on a journey where desire is set against duty, and where love alters destiny (aww *pout*).
So then,i wonder, among the plethora of real life tales of love, both in the making and diminishing , that we see, hear, feel all around us,which is the greatest love story of all? Which is the greatest love story ever told? Does one measure it by the amount of time it lasts or by the degree of intensity at its peak? Do the ones that experienced bigger obstacles or overcame longer distances stake a greater precedence over more of happy memories and lesser climaxes?
Maybe it isn't really about the relatable-ness other's can or cannot feel.
Maybe there are no 'original' nor 'trite' love story.
Maybe it isn't about the circumstances at all.
Maybe it isn't about the comparable-ness either.Whether its between people or in some instances, one with God.
Maybe i am using too many "maybe's ". Am i? Okay, don't answer that.
But what i am trying to say is, maybe there isn't a single greatest love story.
There are NO rules which makes any love story good, bad, a success or a failure..in whatever form, shapes or sizes.
Whichever circumstances.
Maybe the greatest love story is simply the one you own.
Needless to say, I smiled pensively and suggested a walk to the newly opened dessert place nearby. After all there's nothing like Winter-Icecream-love to go with Musings.
