Instead of the tragic death for the star crossed lovers, a romantic 'gone with the wind' style ending happens. It is an ending most lovers my age would wish for.
Yet I ask myself just how many will actually end up as such. How many 'high school sweethearts' end up marrying, like in the good old 60s and 70s? Not many, I'd hazard a guess. Because, as high school students(and about to enter college), the odds stacked against us are too great.
The odds go by many names; principally, it takes its form as 'reality'. No mater how strong our love is, how naive we are, how strong a resolve that we keep, we finally come to despair at the huge wall that sprouts out to divide us.
Sometimes spontaneously like earthquake changing the geography of our relationship, it renders our effort to draw the map of our love, our minds, useless. It's also known as parental intervention.
In other cases, it's slower, more gradual, manifesting itself like vines and ivy against brick wall, slowly crawling up, until each of us are gone from the other's view. No maps will help then. Nor will anything else.
Another takes form of nobility(sometimes it comes with the prefix of 'foolish') Not much for guys, a girl's time for 'viable' marriage is limited. To be frank, there's only a certain period of time where girl is physically attractive, and it would be best for the girl if she meets various men before that time is expired. Arguably, it is no longer the 19th century where the woman's beauty and the amount of endowment were the only concerns in marriage, yet woman's transient beauty is a definite factor. Some guys feel that it may not be the best for him to stay with a girl too long knowing that the guy won't be marrying her.
I'm more of the latter, combined with everything else.
I ask myself whether all this is just a clever ruse on my part to self-justify.
To be frank, I do not know. The only thing I do know is that my feelings have not gone cold. It's hot, and it's still burning. What I do not know is how to handle the end, if it comes, because it will hurt me just as much as it hurts her. Not again will I be the man who walks away feeling freed instead of hurt. Yet the ending will be similar, I fear.
"He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring
And said, marry me Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby just say yes"
But sweetheart, I can't say yes with the lightest of heart.
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