For me, the most beautiful love stories I’ve read are the tales of Essi Daven and Geralt in ‘The Witcher – A Little Sacrifice’ and Lucy Gray Baird and Coriolanus Snow in ‘The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes’. I must confess I’ve read these two couples’ stories multiple times, and I can even admit that reading these stories gave me much more pleasure than love stories with happy endings. In fact, I can say that while reading them, I felt the intensity of true love. However, I don’t know what meaning to derive from this about myself. Do I enjoy tragedy, or do unhappy endings make me happy? Do these stories make me feel love because I’ll only experience true love in my life when I part with someone I love?
by Spurciu5