I remember watching Princess Bride the other week and yesterday it struck me when I spoke to Rosie. I lost true love. Never have I felt that way before about another person. My arrogance and ego -no, hubris- was my fall. All she wanted me to do was be there for her and to believe in Jesus as strongly as she did. I couldn't even swallow my own pride to do such a simple task. I am such a fool.
They have it wrong, hell is not fire and brimstone, it is losing someone that you loved so profoundly that you would have changed the course of the earth to make her happy. That is the source of my unease and lack of happiness.
The person I was with her was the person I wanted to be for the rest of my life. Now, she is happy with someone else, and I am glad for her. It is not about the love you receive, but the love you feel.
Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me?
Buttercup: Well... you were dead.
Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
One more tour of the battlefield my friends.
