The last few months, the topic of my new books is all about love--different kinds of love. After all, love makes the world go 'round. Our worlds. And it's not as cut-and-dry as we'd like to believe. In the fairytales, the princess waits patiently for the prince to find her. When he does, they typically face some separation or conflict before reuniting and living...you guessed it, happily ever after. But what happens when the princess is betrayed by her prince? Or, if one changes, leaving the other behind? That's real life. And that's the subject of my new novel series. It's not about romance. It's about love. Friendship. Sex. Marriage. Lust. Separation. Divorce. And ultimately, having the courage to find yourself and live your best life. Not because you're supposed to be a "good" person--but because you deserve to live that life. You deserve to not only seek happiness, but to find it. Everyone does. Because happiness equals freedom. Even if you have to shed a few tears before getting it.
Sometimes we meet the right person at the wrong time. When I listen to DeGraw's song, that's what I envision. A woman meeting her perfect match, and a man meeting his. The two click instantly. Love appears to evolve. Unfortunately, one of the two isn't free. A choice has to be made. But it's an illusion. Because time has already made that choice. Or so the star-crossed couple believe. Out of decorum, or respect, or some other social excuse, they go their separate ways, secretly pining away for the other. If enough time passes, one will move on, leaving the other behind. But in my story, just before that happens, a chance meeting occurs. Except, it's not chance. The two had planned to meet on a certain day in a certain place before reason caught up with lust. Both choose to honor that last promise, without knowing the other's plans:
She walks down the sidewalk while he's sitting in a little café. Or maybe it's the opposite. He's walking past the café window while she sobs softly into her cappuccino. Perhaps it's in a park, full of flowers and sunshine...and couples in love. He mindlessly wandered there, thinking of her. She's sitting on a nearby bench, grieving for him. Neither knows how the other feels. Or how close the two are to each other. And just as they both decide to leave the memory of the other in the park and walk away for good, their eyes meet. He runs to her. She jumps in his arms. And then, they kiss...for a really, really long time.
"If you ask me how I'm doing, I would say I'm doing just fine. I would lie and say that you're not on my mind. But I go out and sit down at a table set for two--and finally, I'm forced to face the truth. No matter what I say, I'm not over you. And if I had the chance to renew, you know, there isn't a thing I wouldn't do...."
Waiting for fate to intervene is just plain stupid. We have to make that second chance happen if we really want to live our best lives. In my stories, love always wins. Because in real life, the couple may want to reconnect, but one (likely the man...he's a stubborn Taurus in my book) can't get over himself. More likely? The one that's not free resents it and gets divorced, becoming a faux-tanned, Botox-junkie of a cougar burning her way through younger men who remind her of the one that got away. Lots of great sex. And hell, she looks A-MAZING! Still, it's not a pretty picture. The one who is free? He marries a girl who looks like his former lover (but isn't--no freak-flag flies between those legs no matter how many times he makes her watch Pornhub before hanky-panky), has a few whiny, snot-nosed bratty kids, resents his pathetic life, gets a beer-belly, loses his hair, and dies after asphyxiating himself with a belt while jerking off after re-watching feats of his former athletic prowess. And I do mean former....
Which do you prefer? Yeah, me, too.... ;)