Monologue

Dec 21, 2005 18:49

Okay so I wrote a monologe...after 12 last night. We need to have a monologue for drama class and I randomly wrote what I was thinking. Is it good enough to use?.....

Some people might say I am a bitter person. Cynycle...or "dark", but I really am not. Any one that really knows me, knows that I'm not. I love to wake up every morning and breathe the air that surrounds me. I love to be alive. But there are some people that change your whole out look on life, your whole perspective of the world. That kind of person you love to be with; you can't stop thinking about. Some may say it is obsession, but no...there is a difference between obsession and passion.

One may have many people they "like" in their life, but there is always that one special person. You feel different about them, compared to everyone else. It's not that they are the most gorgeous person you have ever seen, it might be be that you even like them, but you like the way you feel when you are with them. They way that for the short period of time that is spent with them, you feel more happy than you ever have in your entire life. I cannot even think of words to describe the way it feels. Is it love? Maybe so.

But, this "Love" always seems to stab you in the back. Either that person is taken, or doesn't feel the same for you. You realise, that all the love and passion you feel for that person has been wasted...made into a mockery. It is at times like this, that I hate love...no not love...romance. Romance is pointless. It requires two people. Two people that have the same feelings for each other. Romance always dies. It goes away when one person's feelings change, or when one person dies. Either way it doesn't last forever. So what is the point of romance? What is the point of anything we do or feel if it doesn't last forever? The only think I can think of that lasts forever is love itself. No, not the love you see in movies or novels. Real love. That kind of love where you would give all you have, where you would give your own life for another person. That kind of love where noting else matters but the happieness and safety of that other person. Love is sacrifice. Can this love be combied with romance? I just don't see it anymore. What is romance if you don't have love? It is just a thing we do. Just another steping stone in the path of life.
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