Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one. – Pablo Neruda
I am a hopeless romantic who truly believes that love will conquer all… naive I know… but it’s true I do believe… and the weird part is if you look at my life and my track record you’d shake your head and think I was crazy…. yet I still believe, I still hope, I still yearn and desire that which I have not yet had – but just KNOW is out there… perhaps I am just in love with love? That’s possible right? Something burns within the heart; its only fuel is the desire to be loved and to give love.
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. – Moulin rouge
Moulin Rouge, my favourite movie, it has everything, excitement, conflict, dancing and singing – it is a musical, colour – so much vibrant colour, sex, and ultimately LOVE. It is the saddest of love stories. A love that does not receive its happy ending. The tragic love story. Why do I love this movie so much? (I know every word, and always sing along). For some reason it stirs my soul, it speaks to me, lulls me into a place of acceptance. A place where I can recognize the horribleness of love, and embrace the tragedy. A place where in spite of the terrible vulnerability that love can cause, I am left yearning for it.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. – Neil Gaiman
Yet I don’t hate love, I love love, I am so in love with the entire idea of love, the ideal of love, good versus evil, love conquers all. It all sounds so very cliche. It oozes with sheer stupidity. It is utterly ridiculous. And yet I am enamoured. Because after all:
Love? Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love! – Moulin Rouge