Love Is Not Love

I feel a bit like Kate Winslet's character of Maryanne in Sense and Sensibility. To be in love with someone so completely, and when it's over to feel so completely ravaged by sadness that it basically feels like your dying. I never truly identified with her character even though that has been my favorite movie for as long as I can remember. But I get it now.

I can't wait for the day when I'm finally over what I feel. It may not completely be gone from me, but I take inspiration from Maryanne. She was able to get on with her life even after such devestation. I can only hope that I will be able to do the same.

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved."



William Shakespeare

(1564 - 1616)