Someone asked me to clarify a bit better what the purpose of my blog is. So here is an explanation of what I am trying to do and why.
Carrie Bradshaw (the character from Sex and the City…in case you didn't know who she was) said it best.
"I am someone who is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous…Inconvenient…Consuming…Can't live without each other love."
When I heard that, I understood, because I have been looking for that my whole life. I thought I had found it once, but I was wrong and ended up getting terribly betrayed. Since then, I have been trying to find out if "True Love", the kind that you see in the movies, or read about in books, or dream about in the far away places of your imagination, really exists in life.
I want to believe it does. So…I am searching for proof.
I am putting together a collection of "Real Love Stories". Stories of true love that really happened. Extraordinary stories. Stories that defied time, distance, circumstance...stories of love lost and found again. Perhaps they are short stories. Or perhaps they lasted a lifetime. Whatever they are, they have to be true and they have to be the kind of stories that want to be told, that deserve to be told, that are begging to be told. The kinds of stories that will make even the hardest cynic think twice about love and romance.
Please help me. Maybe you, your grandparents, your parents or a friend has a story that fits this description. If you know of a story that deserves telling please contact me. I will go into more detail of what I intend to do with these stories to the people who ultimately become involved with the project.
If you don't have a story or know of one, will you please forward the link to this blog to 10 of your friends or colleagues? We are so willing to forward funny and interesting e-mails and jokes. Why not this? I am trying to reach as many people as possible. Will you help me?
Monday, October 26, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Perspective
Someone asked me last night what makes a love story great. And it's not the first time I have been asked this on my journey. And I'm sure not the last. I ask myself that question every day.
Obviously it's a matter of perspective and opinion. For me, my perspective and opinion have been shaped by my own experiences and observations in the love department. I look at my parents, who were married for forty-four years until my dad died. And I remember when I was a teenager, and I was at the age when one is always embarrassed by one's parents, no matter what they do. My friends would come over and say "It's so cool. Your parents are still in love with each other." It would make me stop, and step out of my teenage self-consciousness and look and see what was right in front of me. And I remember later, a few years before my dad died that I saw the same thing my friends had when I was younger. And even though they had a normal marriage with fights and periods of not being "in love", I always wanted to find what they had. To me, what they had was extraordinary.
After my dad died, a few years later my mom fell in love again and got married at seventy-eight. They are so in love it's annoying. (Get a room!) But also charming and beautiful. And I know how lucky my mother is to have found two great loves in her life. We should all be so lucky.
My own experiences in love have made the hopeless romantic in me wonder about whether the kind of love we dream about is real. Whether it's attainable. And so, this journey. I must remember my mother. And I am reminded of a line from Romancing the Stone. Kathleen Turner says "Hopeful...Hopeful romantic".
That's what I want to be. Hopeful.
Obviously it's a matter of perspective and opinion. For me, my perspective and opinion have been shaped by my own experiences and observations in the love department. I look at my parents, who were married for forty-four years until my dad died. And I remember when I was a teenager, and I was at the age when one is always embarrassed by one's parents, no matter what they do. My friends would come over and say "It's so cool. Your parents are still in love with each other." It would make me stop, and step out of my teenage self-consciousness and look and see what was right in front of me. And I remember later, a few years before my dad died that I saw the same thing my friends had when I was younger. And even though they had a normal marriage with fights and periods of not being "in love", I always wanted to find what they had. To me, what they had was extraordinary.
After my dad died, a few years later my mom fell in love again and got married at seventy-eight. They are so in love it's annoying. (Get a room!) But also charming and beautiful. And I know how lucky my mother is to have found two great loves in her life. We should all be so lucky.
My own experiences in love have made the hopeless romantic in me wonder about whether the kind of love we dream about is real. Whether it's attainable. And so, this journey. I must remember my mother. And I am reminded of a line from Romancing the Stone. Kathleen Turner says "Hopeful...Hopeful romantic".
That's what I want to be. Hopeful.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Welcome to my blog.
Have you ever wondered if fairy tales exist in real life? Have you ever dreamed of finding the kind of love that is written about in books or portrayed in the movies?
I have. I have longed for that kind of love my whole life. So I started to ask if it was real. If that kind of love exists or if it's a myth. Are we all under some sort of delusion? Is all that romance made up? Does it only live in our imaginations?
I think not. I believe it exists in the real world. And so, I am on a quest to find out. A journey of sorts. I hope you will join me in my search.
I am looking for Love Stories. Real life Love Stories. Extraordinary stories. Stories that leave you stunned by their beauty and passion. Stories that affirm that love is out there for everyone. We all just have to be lucky enough to find it, recognize it and hold on to it.
Do you know any? If so, will you share them with the rest of us? We want to hear them.
Love is a promise, and a gift. Don't ever take it for granted. No matter what form it comes in.
I have. I have longed for that kind of love my whole life. So I started to ask if it was real. If that kind of love exists or if it's a myth. Are we all under some sort of delusion? Is all that romance made up? Does it only live in our imaginations?
I think not. I believe it exists in the real world. And so, I am on a quest to find out. A journey of sorts. I hope you will join me in my search.
I am looking for Love Stories. Real life Love Stories. Extraordinary stories. Stories that leave you stunned by their beauty and passion. Stories that affirm that love is out there for everyone. We all just have to be lucky enough to find it, recognize it and hold on to it.
Do you know any? If so, will you share them with the rest of us? We want to hear them.
Love is a promise, and a gift. Don't ever take it for granted. No matter what form it comes in.
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