I’ve always been a fan, or a sucker depending on how you want to look at it, for a great love story. Not just any kind of sappy love story with a predictable ending, but one of those “touch a part of your heart you never knew was there” stories. I guess that’s why this particular story, I had to tell myself. It’s the only way I could and would be sure that this story would be told the right way. It’s not a story of ill-fated lovers that ends in tragedy. It doesn’t involve empires going to war over a buxom beauty. There’s no evil or vengeful plot where someone plummets to their death in the final scene. It is a simple story of a guy who was broken and had forgotten he had a heart until a gal came along and touched it, and it’s about a gal who didn’t have a clue as to how fiercely amazing and spectacular she was until a guy came along and showed her. I am not as talented as these two, so I can forewarn you now that this won’t be an attempt at an epic novel. This won’t win any acclaimed writing essays or prizes. At the same time it won’t become an article in a forgotten magazine lying around in a waiting room. But, what this will be, it will be the beginning of the greatest love story that no one has ever told.
As uncommon as this story is, it still needs a beginning and this is it. It starts off with the lives of two very above average people. What made them so above ordinarily average was just the fact they were unaware of how truly one of a kind and uncommon they were. What allows someone to have that true essence of innocent beauty or that desirable brilliance is when they are unmindful of it. That’s exactly what these two had. An innocent, blissful ignorance to how unique they truly were. Perhaps that’s why it always seemed as if nothing fit when it came to their lives, even more so when it came to that part of their lives which entailed love. They always had that feeling as if they were the left over piece of a puzzle in a box and no matter how hard they tried, or how hard others tried, they just couldn’t fit. They always had that bothersome feeling that something was unfinished or possibly that something hadn’t even had yet begun. Like that feeling an artist must have while he’s painting a piece. That feeling of not caring what others may think of it but also hoping they can see his soul through each stroke. Always trying to add one more line or wiping down a piece of the canvass as to get that one shade absolutely perfect. It would become a piece that the artist is putting his every creative ounce into because it is all he knows how to do. But unknowingly to him will someday become his greatest work, his trademark, his “Mona Lisa”. This is what these two lovers felt every waking minute of the day. It was a feeling of being complete and yet unfinished. A feeling of being deserving, but never being offered that chance. These feelings would be the force that attracted them to each other. Who they are as people is what would keep them together. And what they learn from each other and bring into each other’s lives is what makes this a truly phenomenal love story.
Jameson Wilds 