“Love doesn’t end, just because we don’t see each other.”, she told him
“Doesn’t it?”, he asked.
“People go on loving God, don’t they? All their lives. Without seeing Him.”
“That’s not my kind of love.”
I realize that on days like this — when the wind is cutting through the seams of my jacket, when my stomach is so cramped that it twitches, when I’m uncontrollably nodding off to sleep on the bus, when my transfer expires before I can use it, when incompetence isn’t keeping my appointments — that I can’t call you. It just wouldn’t help.
You abandoned me when I needed you the most. I’ll never trust you with anything important again. Including me.
You may say you love me, but I don’t love you. Not anymore.
My love is (was) boundless.
Yours is of convenience.
Except, aren’t there eternal and universal definitions for what pure and true love is?
I wish mine could reflect those “universal” standards–untinged with contingency, unmarred by prejudice, not based on need, without agenda, and totally unconditional. I doubt I could ever love that purely.
It doesn’t sound like she was anywhere close to it, though.
I’m sorry you had to go through that.
Love is like happiness, it’s difficult to define because it’s different for everyone. I don’t believe that humans are capable of unconditional love either. If they were, I think the world would be a much better place.
@maeko — Loving purely is very difficult. It’s almost like you have to forget everything you’ve been through.
Why assume it’s a “she” though?
@Sophia — You’re right. What you said has made me realize that I’m not capable of conditional love as well. It was wrong for me to say that my love was boundless, because if it’s gone, then it’s obviously not boundless. Capability of such a thing seems as far away as world peace to me.
I have to email you my most recent post about love and unconditional love (on my secret blog). I will need your email address if I can’t find it on your site.
I assumed it was a she because the first four lines of dialogue were between a man and woman. I’m sorry if I was mistaken.
Ah, the dialogue was taken from the movie The End Of The Affair.
Just got your e-mail, I’ll have to read it.