We humans, are basic creatures with exotic needs. We want the romance, the all-in package. We want the fairytale. We grow up dreaming about the perfect knight in shining armor who will risk everything for us. But who is to let us know about the not-so-saccharine truth of life? People don’t do that nowadays. Guess we are some old-school romantics.
Don’t get me wrong, I am a romantic. I am eternally and devastatingly romantic. I thought people would see it, but they don’t. Because romantic does not mean sugary and mawkish. It is actually dark and tormented. It is a tumultuous combination of a pledge of passion, and the despair of an idealism you cannot ever attain.
The initial days are beatific, to say the least. It’s everything that you might have dreamed of. Its this euphoric bliss in the early stages that forms the storyline of almost every romantic movie out there. It can be difficult, almost ludicrous to resist the charm of this romance. But then comes the endless fights, the derogatory allegations, and the pretentious lies. The optimistic outlook becomes non-existent and distress becomes a daily routine. And one day, the fights end, but no, you do not go back to the initial days. You find yourself in this painstakingly terrible situation and you can do nothing but stand there, dumbfounded, with your vision blurring while you feel your heartbreak. Your heart is breaking in silence, yet, with excruciating pain, you are wishing to feel anything but that. A part of you is being ripped out and shattered to pieces agonizingly, slowly and what’s left, is a large empty hole where the once shared romance and the amorous love used to be.
This idea of romance, which has etched its ideal in the themes of innumerable literary pieces, should be read as the brighter side of romance— the delicacy, the kindness, the intimacy. The darker side that pertains to the insurmountable hurt, the cruelty, the violations, the pretentiousness and the duplicity— is how the stories actually end. Some would say vulnerability builds the basic foundation of any relationship. But what they fail to mention is that very often, being vulnerable is like asking to get used.
I totally get the appeal of it all. The love, the care, the delicacy, the passion, but if it were really like how it is depicted in Nicholas Sparks novels, I would have totally been on board. Someone needs to tell Nicholas Sparks that he’s got a warped sense of the world.
I might no longer believe in the idea of soulmates and the vision of a never-ending romance, but I am beginning to believe that very few times, if you are lucky enough, you meet someone who is perfectly right for you. Not because they are perfect, or because you are. But because your combined flaws arrange themselves to allow two separate beings to intertwine together.
Author: Anika Priyaranjan
Editor: Alekhya Gahilot