She would live as one who loves.
So many need you to love them, Coppelia.
Her story has now reached the present.
From now each time Coppelia writes she will be
telling her story as it is currently unfolding.
She is living as one who loves.
Loving him.
So many need you to love them, Coppelia.
Her story has now reached the present.
From now each time Coppelia writes she will be
telling her story as it is currently unfolding.
She is living as one who loves.
Loving him.
Just loving him.
All passes.
Coppelia's story is beautifully presented, well written, gripping and painful - even to just follow it. Beautiful, touching and challenging.
ReplyDeleteLove is like a Bach Cantata - you can't say why you find it compellingly beautiful, why it fills you with life and joy, why you devote your energy to it. A force unmatched.
This story has a thorn though, I feel, which does not add up. Why would the once expressed - although tentative and temporary - sense of Coppelia that she has been lied to destroy his love, whereas he can go on refusing to take a painful decision which may reveal the possibly painful truth? I believe that a loving relationship in the long run rests on profound reciprocity.
All passes, yes, and the present is what it is because of the past, and the future grows out of the present. It's all related. Love is eternal and transcends anything material. Yet real people in order to find fulfillment need real people to rely upon in a daily, ongoing relationship. Has Coppelia's lover realized that?
Coppelia is encouraged and supported by such words of empathy, of appreciation. Thank you. The thorn of which you speak is the very thorn she lives with every day. This relationship is about her love for him, not his love for her - she should perhaps leave, seek to spare herself from what many may consider self-inflicted agony. But when she is happy with him, she is so happy. And somehow,she knows: this will not go on forever. Death - his or H's - will change everything.
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