A writer is often asked about his/her emotions, about whether they are expressed in works of fiction. Well duh! Unless writers come from another planet, they use their own feelings to feed their characters. Emotions are real, characters aren’t. Actually, that’s when fantasies and long-life dreams come in handy. How does it work? Close your eyes, and picture a couple.
There it is. The first glance, the initial sparks, and the beginning of a love story. It’s all so perfect in the start. The love in their eyes, the bond their share, the kisses they bestow, the passionate love-making, desire rushing in theirs veins and pulsing. They’ve reached the point of no return, the perfect moment. Exciting, isn’t it? Well, it can’t last.
In fiction, characters love and hate, sometimes fight to the death, yet their love endures forever. In an ideal world, love is immortal. I don’t live in that world. I live here. I feel here. Here, we fight to find love and to kill it. We are love killers. We brandish the Sword of Self-righteousness and drive it through Love. Time and time again. How can we do that? Why do we do that when our minds and bodies are crying out:
COME TO ME IN MY HOUR OF NEED
HOLD ME TIGHT
NEVER LEAVE ME
THIS IS IT… FOREVER… IMMORTAL