Alone again
Doing a play about love, I despair. How much in my own experience can I bring to the portrayal of this character? You might expect me to say "little", or "none". What if I were to tell you that it is just as devastating, if not more, to find out that I have a store of emotional memory to access? And if that history is not in my past, it's definitely in my present, or my immediate future. Every man, and every gay man, wants love. Even if you were the most hardened, promiscuous Lothario, who rejects the hilarity of monogamy, you must admit that the romantic notion, the romantic ideal of true love still has its lure. You may not believe in it now, but you did once upon a time, and that kind of faith never fades away completely.
Today, I was disappointed again. I will not see him soon. I'm left to wonder, how much time is left to us, and is that enough? The physical distance between us yawns like a chasm, and I fear that it will eventually translate into one that will separate us in our affections. Perhaps, like the Marschallin, it is time for me to seriously consider relinquishing my Rosenkavalier.
Today, I was disappointed again. I will not see him soon. I'm left to wonder, how much time is left to us, and is that enough? The physical distance between us yawns like a chasm, and I fear that it will eventually translate into one that will separate us in our affections. Perhaps, like the Marschallin, it is time for me to seriously consider relinquishing my Rosenkavalier.