What Love Means

For the past weeks, heck months, I have been thinking about the movie Love Story. I actually have the movie on VHS but I will not watch it as its all so very sad and I am not in the mood for that sort of cry right now. However, I cannot stop repeating in my head a line from the movie over and over again. It goes “love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Part of me thinks it is the stupidest saying in the world when it comes to love, another part of me thinks that there is great validity to the statement. Either way, it sucks when love starts to hurt. In addition, it sucks when you think you have turned a corner only to have the smallest thing retrigger feelings you were trying desperately to no longer acknowledge. Either way, romantic relationships are hard work and part of me thinks that I am not really cut out for this sort of work. Well at least not with Racquetball Guy anyway. Not right now. And for that, I am truly sorry!

4 Comments
  1. I know what you’re saying. One of the first things I say to someone after I become seriously romantically involved with them is that “love is work”. It really is. It takes a lot of effort and compromise to keep it going. And sometimes you realize that maybe you’re not willing or able to do what it takes, or that it’s just not worth it for you. There’s no shame in that. Whatever comes your way now, and however this works out, I’m sure it will be for the best for you.

  2. Nothing poignant to say. I’m just sad for you Miss Ursula.

  3. Titilayo: I think I’m just tired of going in circles. Plus enough with the compromises. So I’m just going to let things play themselves out. Any relationship takes work, but it really shouldn’t be this much work.
    Serenity: Oh don’t be sad. Not every relationship works out and I learnt a great deal from this one. So perhaps I’ll have better luck next time. Plus, the fat lady hasn’t sung yet on this relationship. So just maybe we’ll rebound. Then again, that might just be wishful thinking. Oh well. Lesson learnt.

  4. Love stories don’t always have happy endings. Those that didn’t end well have that haunting effect. Memories that you’ve forgotten ( or thought you’ve forgotten) have that annoying ability to creep up on you when you least expect it. They’re the affairs you’d rather forget.

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