9/01/2002 02:17:00 AM [ link ]
As a little girl I was always deeply troubled by tragic love stories. It seemed that if two people loved each other, yet couldn't be together, then something must be very wrong with the world. I couldn't stand movies with unhappy endings; I would dwell on them for days.
I remember watching Franco Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet, and refusing to watch the end. I knew what happened, and I didn't want to see it. If I didn't watch it, I could make believe that Romeo got the message in time and he and Juliet ran away together and were happy.
Now I'm just cynical. "How long would their relationship have lasted anyway?" I wonder. A year, tops. At least with the real ending, everyone else stopped killing each other.
