Wednesday, February 12, 2014

100 Words a Day 545

The greatest tragedy in love is love unattempted. It leaves people feeling unfulfilled, possessed of an ineffable disappointment and a yearning for closure, be it finding the heights of heady, amorous eternity or dwelling forever in the black house of love not only lost, but scorned. Narrative Imperative drives people to finish a love story, if even only in their head, to avoid that feeling of having eaten but still being vaguely hungry. Imagine if Romeo and Juliet had separated and simply gotten on with their lives. That would have been boring shit and no one would have watched it.

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