Twilight... again.
Yes, yes, It's taken me this long to finish.
I read the last book of Twilight last night and, good and unexpected and enjoyable as it was, I'm sad.
Yes, it was a perfect Happily Ever After.
Because it WAS ever after.
And perfect. Perfect husband (albeit stubborn and masochistic), perfect child, perfect body, perfect sex life, perfect house, not to mention filthy rich. Forever.
And that, in some ways, is more depressing than the sacrifice of Romeo and Juliet.
Because I know there will be no Edward for me.
Nothing in my life will ever be perfect and I could only dream of half the happiness Bella ends up with.
It's a fairy tale, and while temporary immersion in the story is enjoyable, the return to reality is unpleasant.
Maybe it ended TOO perfectly. Maybe if their joy was tainted by a little bit of sorrow it would have been closer to life and therefore more bearable.
Maybe I'm just lonelier than usual today.
I read the last book of Twilight last night and, good and unexpected and enjoyable as it was, I'm sad.
Yes, it was a perfect Happily Ever After.
Because it WAS ever after.
And perfect. Perfect husband (albeit stubborn and masochistic), perfect child, perfect body, perfect sex life, perfect house, not to mention filthy rich. Forever.
And that, in some ways, is more depressing than the sacrifice of Romeo and Juliet.
Because I know there will be no Edward for me.
Nothing in my life will ever be perfect and I could only dream of half the happiness Bella ends up with.
It's a fairy tale, and while temporary immersion in the story is enjoyable, the return to reality is unpleasant.
Maybe it ended TOO perfectly. Maybe if their joy was tainted by a little bit of sorrow it would have been closer to life and therefore more bearable.
Maybe I'm just lonelier than usual today.