THE MARK OF AN ANGEL (N. Houston) Chapter 5.
In every tale of passion there comes a turning point. It can happen sooner or later but as a rule it happens fairly soon. The vast majority of couples miss the curve and go careening off the road, flip over and crash into a wall, their wheels spinning madly in the air.
The reason for this is simple. Contrary to what you'd believed during the first hours, the first days, at most the first months of the enchantment, the person you love hasn't radically transformed you. When you miss the turn, the wall you run into is the wall of your Self. Yes, there it is again - every bit as nasty, as petty and as mediocre as it was before. You haven't been magically healed. Your wounds are still raw. Your nightmares begin again. And you're filled with with rage at the other person - because as it turns out you haven't undergone a metamorphisis, love hasn't solved all life's problems, and you're not floating ecstatically heavenward - but rather, as usual, pulling your own weight down here on Earth.
The turning point between Saffie and Andras is marked by no incident in particular. It's a gradual rather than a sudden thing. But in the winter of '58-'59, their old demons begin to stir like bears in springtime and go bumbling about in the dark caves of their souls.
Ah. So the dragon hasn't been vanquished by the pure, shining blade of the other person's love. The monster's still alive...
The reason for this is simple. Contrary to what you'd believed during the first hours, the first days, at most the first months of the enchantment, the person you love hasn't radically transformed you. When you miss the turn, the wall you run into is the wall of your Self. Yes, there it is again - every bit as nasty, as petty and as mediocre as it was before. You haven't been magically healed. Your wounds are still raw. Your nightmares begin again. And you're filled with with rage at the other person - because as it turns out you haven't undergone a metamorphisis, love hasn't solved all life's problems, and you're not floating ecstatically heavenward - but rather, as usual, pulling your own weight down here on Earth.
The turning point between Saffie and Andras is marked by no incident in particular. It's a gradual rather than a sudden thing. But in the winter of '58-'59, their old demons begin to stir like bears in springtime and go bumbling about in the dark caves of their souls.
Ah. So the dragon hasn't been vanquished by the pure, shining blade of the other person's love. The monster's still alive...