There's something beautiful to me about a broken heart. Not the done-you-wrong kind of broken heart; there's too much pain and betrayal there. But the kind where there's unrequited love, or just an inability to be together. There's a sweetness in relinquishing the other person to pursue their own happiness whether it includes you or not.
Brandi and I watched a movie tonight called I Collect the Castle or I Claim the Castle or I Channel the Castle or something like that. It was British (which we decided meant "weird"), and it definitely didn't have the happily-ever-after ending we were looking for. We even ended up making an ending of our own, complete with setting details, dialogue and timely head turns. The real story, minus our ending, really left one wanting more closure and felicity. It was kind of like going to Cheesecake Factory and being told they stopped making cheesecake. You know you can get cheesecake elsewhere, and you probably will. But your entire experience, good as it was, seems thoroughly diminished and nearly pointless if you can't have that final expected New York yumminess.
I'm not sure if that really made sense. All's I'm trying to say is that I should have felt gypped. Normal people would have felt gypped. Normal people would have wanted their cheesecake. But all the way home I was happy for the poor little characters who were in love with those they couldn't have. It seems quite improper and almost sadistic for me to feel that way. I can't help thinking, though, that their sad existence is richer and more sweetly mature than it would have been if they hadn't had the opportunity to love at all.
Then again, I hope neither you nor I ever, ever have to experience that rich sweetness.
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