Love Story – My Way

Some events are not sure. When that uncertainty surfaces in our life, things shall not be the same. For a moment, many things we encounter tend to obfuscate us.
Past experiences will help us see through the situation, or else we need to experience it for the first time.

Many things will be fresh, and it is what one learns out of it and uses it effectively next time around, the individuals stand out. The situation will be a precipice on the mind. One such case is to decide about parting ways.

It is confounding to decide when to part and, more importantly, whom to part with. Being humans, we are controlled by several motives. Ultimately it boils down to personal ethics and personal benefits. Benefits can come through ethics, but it is subjective.

To me, truth is much bigger than what we see, hear or experience. What we get is just part of it.

I recently read “Love Story” by Eric Segal. For me, the novel’s quote inspired me to read this book.

The word ‘Preppie’ used by the lover girl to call her lover boy gives me Goosebumps.

I hear things must be done this way, that way. Similarly, I have listened to many times as to how a relationship must work. At times, one shall get good advice but to generalize all situations to one is highly unbelievable.

As I said, we tend to generalize with what we call reality, and this reality is relative and can rise to many opinions, which all might sound logical, but it might not be the right key.

The book shows the narrator and hero Oliver IV being obnoxious when it came to his dad (Oliver III) and his behavior. It just showcased an overwrought individual having walked under the glory of his father all through his life.

Never really a sincere effort was made to reconcile his differences with his dad.

A girl named Jennifer came into Oliver’s life. He was rich, and she was poor.

He claimed that she wasn’t that great looking, and she just replied, “I know. But can I help it if you think so?”

It was more than just physical attraction. Complete opposites, but still, they didn’t require some occult to make them get attracted and fall in love.

The next question after love sows its seeds in their hearts. She wasn’t sure whether the relationship would work because of her background.

He was serious, and he did leave his parents for her. This is how the story proceeds further. I don’t want it to be continued here.

Instead, I would appreciate the quote which made me read this book.

“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.”

For most things, I would agree with this because love can come only when we accept each other the way we are. At times, things won’t be perfect, and we tend to be prone to errors. Hence, if sorry could reverse the aftermath of a decision, then the ‘sorry’ word will be equivalent to a dose of panacea.

But since yesterday, I started to wonder about the other side of this quote.
I questioned, “Hey, what do I mean love means never having to say you’re sorry?”

“Love means being able to say you’re sorry when you have hurt the person you love so much… and being able to forgive…..”

We are emotionally fixed to certain limits. Hence the word sorry can soothe the disturbed souls.

To me, the above two quotes sum up the words, ‘ love and relationship.’ In a way, both are different sides of the same coin.

Also, love need not be the only thing that can bind two people. There are many factors associated with it. Like a dish, many ingredients contribute to its good taste; similarly, a good relationship is not based only on love.

To me, Only love is not enough.

Regarding the sorry thingies, the apology comes, and even the concerned is forgiven. It was love that made one apologize, and it was the same reciprocation of love the one dismissed.

I don’t know whether this line holds good- We meet to part and part to meet. Maybe our paths meet someday.

And who said the feelings for the special one you love is perpetual?

It can but to me,

“It takes someone very special to help you forget someone very special.”

Till we discover that very special it will be a little tough to forget someone very special.

“Thanks, Ollie” was her last word.

She wasn’t to be a part of his life for a long time, but she did play a role in binding the uncouth differences a son had of his father. At least they ended up being together.

Life isn’t that cruel after all. From what I have learned, each one has to fight his/her own battles.

To end

He will be asking these questions for some time:

“What can you say about a twenty-three old girl who died and wasn’t part of me? That she was beautiful and brilliant? That she loved music, candles, books, power, public affection, and me???”

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