Love stories

I haven't been bitten but I think I may have crossed over to the darker side. I'm not ashamed to admit that I like reading romance novels and I dig romantic flicks. I'm not sure why but I've always been fascinated by the powers of love. And its separation.

A part of me, mostly sub-conscious would desire for its departure. To witness the heartbreak, the hole that would throb like the heartbeat, not to sustain the body but to wound the soul. Sounds masochistic, but what would one know of love until it is taken away?

I've spent the last few days reading the love saga comprising of 4 books: Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer. It completely surprised me - her eternal concept of love that was so intricate to this love story.

Darcy was charming - in a mysterious, misunderstood and aloof sort of way. And Lizzie - she was witty and so different to the females of her time. She wanted something more than just security. Their characters were designed to attract each other despite their incompatible social standings but love is never exciting unless something stood in its way. Their love story was predictable but still very endearing.

Then there's our Romeo and Juliet. A terrible fued between their families that tested their undying love. And though they both willingly sacrificed their lives for that love - they are dead. A love that was short-lived and tragic.

Meyer however captured the eternal aspect of love so astoundingly in her world of vampires and shape-shifters. I know immortality does not exist. But the immortal love she writes about does. From the start of the first book till the last, I was captivated not so much by the obvious - that is the unceasing love between Edward Cullen and Bella Swan but by the implications of such a love.

What is it worth?

How much is one willing to hurt for that love?

What happens when one cannot exist without it?

And that of Jacob Black for Bella Swan. Is it possible to ceaselessly love a hurting love? Every breath of its existence is tender and precious yet the anguish is incapacitating.

Which love is more sufferable?

Short of declaring I want to be a vampire, I think that Meyer's love story test these very concepts and puts it in a perspective so understandable yet so wholly irrational. Her words touched me - because I knew how it felt. The black hole, the meaning of its non-existence and the completeness of its perfection.

Humans are not perfect and therefore sometimes we think there is no such thing as the perfect love. Perfection is after all godly. But perfect love can exist amisdst imperfection.

I know, because God exists.

It is so much greater that the mere beings in love. It is so immaculate, so all encompassing, that one would do anything to keep it, like it was the only reason for the soul to live.

I couldn't pick a favourite out of the 4 books but the most memorable portion for me was in the second book, New Moon.

"I was like a lost moon - my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-movie scenario of desolation - that continued, nevertheless, to circle in a tight little orbit around the empty space left behind, ignoring the laws of gravity."
~ Bella

"Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars - points of light and reason....And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything." ~ Edward

For this extraordinary love, I would offer myself to be bitten. Once, twice and many times.