Today I am reading The Little Mermaid. The Hans Christian Anderson one, not the Disney one.
One of my favorite things to remind people of when they bitch about relationships not being a breeze is that love is for fairy tales, the prince is a rapist and the the princess dies at the end. The Little Mermaid is a good example of this, except really the Prince is a pretty cool guy, he just happens to not love her and that is her undoing.
She suffers so much pain and changes herself and shortens her life for him and still he marries the other hooker. Sadly, the mermaid ends up dead and turned to sea foam.
I generally find that love is really that way.
You sacrifice and suffer and , in the end, it was all for nothing. Everything comes to an end at some point, and that end is normally the beginning. We die a million times in our life, and sometimes we never really come back as who we were the first time.
2 comments:
I love this version of the story, too.
But you're getting me worried... did you and Kris break up???
No we aren't broken up or planning on it in the future. After being together for so long though, and watching people around me in their relationships, mainly my family and friends, I have a different view of love than most people.
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