Script III

Beauty obliges us to go down on our knees. We think we found something that worths a whole living, that worths the ride, that should belong to the world.

That's how we fall in love. And that's exactly how we do it, falling.
The first time she saw him, she couldn't believe her eyes. She immediately felt in her stomach some kind of void, she felt The Vertigo, like she was looking from so high, but she was attracted to the floor, and the fear and the worship were the same thing.

We don't know which side of the story we should trust. The ones that says love at first sight is bullshit, or the one that states that you know it when it happens, that it is a natural trait of the human race to be in love.
She often asked herself if any of them was really meaning what they were saying, if any of these people felt anytime in their lives something so terrible as being in love and lacking of reasons. If any of the detractors of romantic love, had ever found anything so worthy and intense in their lives, or if they even could build such a solid true love relationship, they were sure, romantic love was just an illusion.

Knew that man his wife so well, he could say that he loves her for what she is and not just because? Was he saying that love at first sight isn't real because he knows the great and real one? Or was he just frustrated because she never made him feel such a way?

We can have great affection, and true careness for many significant people in our lives. We can love them as much as we can know them, and worry about them. And it is something that makes our lives a little bit less lonely. But... how can we possibly be in love with them? We are not. We find peace in that kind of love, we found more answers than questions. We find relieve.

She didn't find any of these things in him, at least not at first sight. She couldn't find them after, anyway. He was a mistery as much as her heart beating madly everytime they casually met in the same place was. 'Why, why can't I feel such a moving stuff about anyone I already know? It would be that much easier'. And much more important than that: "Why can't I feel it about my boyfriend?".

And that's a good point for a beginning. Like every point of inflexion that transforms what we already have. Love's not pure. We cannot love anyone but ourselves, because anyone exists outside of us. From them, we only have what we can see, and what it makes us feel. Love's redemption. Love can be breathe in a brief moment of awareness. Love is elevated. Love is sometimes the question, and sometimes the answer.

To her, to that miraculous moment of understanding life, love was not more that his eyes staring at the front, with his frown and his skin so pale.