Reading trivial novels where two lovers can not come together and quietly suffer one in one end of the world, another in another, where a burning passion united their bodies, but a burning love could not unite their hearts, I thought "God, what nonsense ? And as soon as people have enough mind and imagination to write such nonsense? ". Note that the plot of any book or film is based on this. And by the end of love often stay together. But any movie or book is based on real life events. And I thought, and if in the book or in the movie is usually a happy ending, then in life the same way? And on how much and whether the happy ending is always good in the film or in the book?
Authors take all their stories from life. Yes, sometimes they embellish a little, and sometimes they are modest, but there everything is so cheeky and trivial. Already reading and watching all these books and films, you involuntarily start to foresee what will all end, and the end of viewing or reading you realize that you were right. And I had a question if all books and films became predictable, does not that mean that our life has become predictable? And is it always good in the film or in the book? Well of course, rarely in which book or in the film the end is sad. Readers do not like the sad end, it is necessary that everything be perfect, romantic, and necessarily with a happy ending! Naturally, all subjects are taken from life, either from the life of the author, or from the life of another person. In that case, if almost all books end with a happy ending, then perhaps the life of each of us should also end as happily as in books?
I did not understand such a relationship, when two could not be together because of the reasons they themselves and others do not understand, but also can not be apart. Well, that's how to understand such reluctance? Is not it easier or easier not to forget each other and not to stop living? And start, finally, his life with the person with whom it would be all simple? Why complicate life, because it is already complicated, and every day throws surprises. Or just by closing your eyes to everything, to get along with the person without whom you can not live. Step over all the strange reasons. And most importantly, both should strive for this, not just one side, as in my case. I want everything and I try to be together, and he is afraid of losing control of his life, and I can become his life, and he will not be able to control me ...
How can you not understand what you want in this and from this life? What you want more, then choose, but no, you need to complicate everything. Why does an adult need to complicate everything? After all, remember, in childhood everything was simple and clear, and now we, for some reason, bypass the straight simple paths, and we go zigzag-shaped in a circle. This is part of the banal novel, but it turns out that banal novels are written on the basis of real life.
For example, he is drawn to her, but he can not understand that this is ... love or just an attraction. He rushes from extreme to extreme, then loving her, then hating him. She loves him, and is used to his uneasy behavior. Developed immunity from pain, which he inflicted every time, as he rushed to her, then from her. Once again, when he was drawn to her, she almost could resist, because there was a short distance between them. And now she thinks, no matter how to meet with him, because when he meets with him, she will break and destroy everything that has worked against him, so as not to succumb to attraction and love for him.
Thoughts about him tear off all of her consciousness, straining her whole essence like a guitar string. It becomes difficult for her to breathe at the thought of him. Dizziness starts, the mind grows dull, and thoughts scatter in different directions. She loses her inner state. As if she were flying above the clouds, and began to flutter, she felt good that she wanted to die from this pleasure. It feels like she will be torn into tiny bits by overwhelmed feelings. But how good and calm it was when he was not there. She almost forgot him, and stopped thinking about him. And how many tears spilled over him ?!
He is like a banal hero of banal novels hard and stone, as if unfeeling and heartless. It is impossible to discern any feelings in it, but sometimes a small hole appears in it, from which all his desires and feelings begin to ooze. And he frantically begins to darn this hole, but she hopes that he will ever burst, and he will fill her up and down with his love and passion. It is the same in him, but he resists his feelings. He tries to forget her, but he is just a small piece of metal, and somewhere a huge magnet attracts him, and for this magnet the distance does not matter. The power of the magnet is large, and he tries to resist, but nothing happens. What he builds for his defense, the power of the magnet immediately ruins everything. Thoughts about her eclipse everything around him, he dreams about it at night, imagining how she, clutching the sheets in her hands, groans. She comes to him in a dream, not letting him sleep peacefully.
This story is very much like a novel, and, unfortunately, and maybe fortunately, there is no end to this story, we can say that the book has not been completed yet, because this banal story is my life. This is a fragment of my life connected with it. This passage of my life resembles a banal novel, which I used to enjoy. Reading these novels, I dreamed that I would have the same novel, the pleasure of which will bring pain, but in the end, we will stay together, despite everything that will become between us. Well, a banal novel appeared in my life. But this is life, and I can not foresee what will happen when we meet again. And I, as the main heroine, who does not know what will happen next, and who receives from her love for him both pain and pleasure, also opposes her like him. On the one hand, relying on these novels, one can say that I am sure that the end of this passage of my life will be successful, and on the other hand, this is life. Nobody knows what tomorrow will be in his life, what will happen, and how this will turn out for him. Life is an unpredictable thing, but can love be predictable? Perhaps the main characters of my novel will remain together? Maybe it's a trivial novel with a sweet sweet end?
And someone reads my life like a book, knowing in advance what will happen. This one knows whether we will be together, or not, because all aspects of our life are open to him, both him and mine. And he, analyzing what is happening, understands that we will be together ... maybe we will not. This is unknown to the heroes of the novels, as well as to me and him. In life there is no author who would follow the turns of events, and would bring the end of the book to a happy end. Or maybe we are the authors of our lives? Maybe we can do everything so that in the end we could write a "happy end", and not just an "end"?