"I'm not frightened, not of anything. The more I suffer the more I love. Danger would only increase my love, sharpen it, give it spice.
I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than when you entered it."
- The Reader
I've been thinking about love in a relationship, and desire. It struck me these are quite different things. A long term relationship, by definition, has to be practical and maintainable. It's like finding a joint venture partner. It's about the practicalities of how you want to live and where you want to end up. But desire is a totally different beast.
Desire ignores appropriateness because it worships different laws.
It is that door at the end of that corridor one flight up and at the back of your house.
It answers the siren call of black holes that were never filled.
Things lost and paths not taken.
Why would any of these things coincide with practicality?
They say in this sex obsessed society, that you can have one night stands, but it won't make up for a real relationship. What about the things real relationships can't possibly cover? It's far more than sex.
The French knew the lost art of the 'Affair' - and the difference between an affair and a one night stand is like the difference between a French Arthouse film and a porn film.
A haunting book I read once about love was titled simply, "Open the Door!"