She Writes and Pages Catch Flame

Jan. '12

Sometimes we realize things are over, or ending, far before they do. A good book, your favorite movie, that short relationship with that person you just swore you could have made it work with, the one you really thought you had a chance with. It doesn’t make it any easier when it’s actually over, we’re still a little surprised although we had almost lackadaisically awaited the end.

And so we close the cover, turn off the TV, put all the things into a box we can’t bare to get rid of just yet. You could analyze the book, the movie, where the relationship went wrong, and in due time that would make sense, but not right away. No, for the first few fleeting moments before it really starts to set it, marvel at the beauty it was. How perfect the narrator so eloquently expressed his or her ideas. How the plot of the film kept you captivated for two hours. How that person so easily swept you off your feet and made you smile. You can always reread the book even when you know your favorite character dies. And the movie can play over and over again when you are falling asleep at night. And that short relationship happened, exists in the past, you can’t un-live it. You can spend the rest of your life resentful, angry or unsatisfied, but first enjoy what had been, and maybe think a little bit about what could be; a second novel, a sequel. Don’t ask why did we ever meet, maybe you should ask will we ever meet again?