Love: A Collection of Stories

Realistically, A Fairytale

Once upon a time

In a land, that, really, wasn't too far away

 Lived a man

 And a woman

 The man loved science and mathematics

 That love became, I think

 Because it was the only thing that was logical

 And everything would be explained and the rules to follow

 Were rules never broken

The woman

 Lived in a happy house

 Where she saw true love in her own parents

 She knew it was true love

 Because to this day, they are referred to together

After the man had lived in two cities

Two cities too cold and dark and dreary

Two cities too the same

He hopelessly, as the hopeless romantic he was and remains,

 Searched for someone to...

 Well...

That's the thing.

He didn't know.

Slowly, but surely, pieces appeared and fit themselves into a puzzle

Of what love is to him

I say, to him,

Because no one has the same defintion of love

I myself have wondered

Perhaps not alone

“If no two people have the same definition of love. . .”

“Then how on earth, do you propose, do people love each other?”

After much thought I've concoted an answer

There's a phrase

You've probably heard it before

“Love is a two-way street”

or “Love is a game of give and take”

Well, by melding the two together,

Becomes an original defintion of love for two people

Like mixing colors

If you mix blue and yellow

You create green

It's neither blue nor yellow

It's just. . . green

Another example I have in mind is parents and their offspring

Both parents may have brown eyes

But their child has blue

Quite funny when you think about it

The woman

She had high expectations, she knew what she wanted

Both in love and in work

She went on to firefighting and nursing

There were too many fires, too many diseases

That became too powerful

And before you knew how many people fell victim

Too many, is the answer, had thrown in the towel

And they called it a day

Those days of disappointment

Steadily multiplied

And so she too searched for

Some of what she saw in her parents

But also what she saw for herself

And the puzzle slowly became more complete

So the man and the woman met

I will not detail how

Because I don't believe where or how you met is imperative in a couple's relationship

What is imperative is what happens after

So they met,

And that puzzle we've talked so much about

Became yet more fitted

And pieces were moved around

Pieces were jammed, cut and twisted in places they, maybe, shouldn't be

And things moved quickly

Too quickly?

It's a matter of opinion

On the one hand you cannot fully know someone after only a brief time

On the other, if you spend your entire life with someone

You're bound to get to know them pretty well, such is the case in marriage

And because most people believed the one hand

They eloped

And though there was a close call

They stood up for what they believed

And to this day live happily

They may continue their lives of bliss

Or they may part to find a life of bliss

Frankly, there is no way to end the story

Because it has yet to reveal itself