Monday, May 16, 2005
A Wave of Melancholy
I have just finished watching the latest cinematic version of Phantom of the Opera. It is a singularly great musical, and one which has tapped a well of emotion in me that I did not know existed. There is something about the story of a love lost, of love abandoned that touches me and calls forth my pity. I know what it means to be the phantom. To watch as the love of one's life walks away and pledges her love to another. This is not a fate to be wished upon one's worst enemies, one's most mortal of foes. I have heard a song that made my heart swell and burst and what do I now do with the pieces?
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Well, you could live under a theatre with your disfigured face and periodically scare the crap out of people for the rest of your life.
Or you could come out into the daylight and limp around pretending to have a pain-free life...and then one day you realize you're not limping anymore and you catch your reflection in the mirror and you see that your scars are healing. And you realize, "Wow...I AM going to be OK."
Harry, the whole dating/love thing can get quite ugly. Even 12 years of marriage haven't caused me to completely forget the pain I've experienced at the hands of someone I thought was "the one." You can either let it drag you down or let it make you a stronger, better person for when you really do meet "the one."
You are on your way to being OK. I know you will get there.
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