“Please
have faith, Zinaida. No matter what you did, regardless of how I have been
mistreated…I’ll forever love you…and adore you.”
Turgenev’s
First Love is a strong recommendation of mine for several reasons. One; in
reminisce of one’s first love, more so for those who had a bad experience with
it. But in all honesty, we have such soft spots for our firsts. Deep down
inside, you know that his/her presence meant a lot to have taught you such
feelings to begin with. It could have been anyone, but that one person had to
be your first. Ah, such sweet misery within one’s heart abates year by year,
yet the memory continues to haunt relentlessly despite changing hands.
Two; this
tale is a testament to what I mean by emotion being hardly a singular matter.
First love, simply put is bitter sweet like a hot cup of tea during winter, so
warm and comforting that it puts a smile on your face and that in itself is
happiness. When you’re in a fit of anger, it is most likely due to
disappointment, or grief. Hence, love can be a double edged sword. And
depending on the wielder, the power of such weapon meets a choice to protect or
to harm another. That is why more often than not, a parent canes a child out of
love. This story would raise your hope and proceed to tear it, even so, you
will still be given a choice to hate or move on.
(I could
list more, and it would still do no justice to First Love. Just read the
goddamn book already, you lazy bum.)
This
tale written in 1860 reverberates to those who live in the present, despite
nearly two centuries after, and will continue to hold true for those in the
future. So as long as humans have rooms in their hearts for another, regardless
of the number, love will persist through time.
Cotton
candy,
Vonnie S.
Vonnie S.
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