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When I was at my parents' house a few weeks ago, I started talking about Twilight with my sister. Why I hadn't read it. Why I thought it would be stupid. And she said, "You have to read it. It's the yearning."
She wrote about the popularity of the series and what she thought it captured last year:
Remember that little feeling you used to get when you were like 14 and thought you might see that person you had a huge crush on somewhere on a Friday night? You hoped but you weren't sure?
Right. So I actually did start reading Twilight, and, like my sister, I remembered the yearning that is high school romance. I remembered how exciting it was, but I also remembered how horrible it felt.
So I wrote about it on Surrender, Dorothy, and this comment trickled in from Mae at Parenting in Progress:
I don't think you SHOULD be allowed to read them until you're at least say... 28. You need some serious distance from the high school experience so you can see the crazy for what it is and appreciate it without rationalizing it.
It hit me that what Mae wrote was genius.

True love -- the kind of love that lasts for fifty years -- isn't based on hormones or pheremones or even intellectual stimulation. True love -- the kind of love that lasts for fifty years -- is based on mutual trust and respect for each other's lives, interests, health and happiness. And I'm just going to come out and say it: Few people have the maturity to recognize those qualities in their youth. Not when there are so many sexy and selfish young thangs running around wanting to hook up and be seen together. And, unfortunately, some people never get past this phase. You might yearn after these perpetual teenagers, but it's impossible to have a two-sided, lasting relationship with them. Not when they can't love you back.
True love is not about yearning. Yearning -- a deep longing, accompanied by tenderness or sadness -- means that one is not being fulfilled. Sadness is not a part of love, not when it's caused by the other person's actions. True love isn't never having to say you're sorry -- it is a deeply felt need to apologize when you've hurt your love's feelings. It is the understanding that in order to make it, really make it, you can't be hurting each other all the time.
It can take being hurt over and over in order to make us recognize that no matter how strong the lust or admiration we have for a person, it's not "love" unless it's tempered with compassion, kindness and reciprocity.
Relationship expert Heide Banks at The Huffington Post writes:
Relationships, good or bad, help teach us about how to make choices that honor who we are, see the places inside of us that are wounded and learn how to apply loving to begin the healing process. We learn how to step out of judgement and into acceptance of our self and others, the keys to a happy life. All this research begs the question: does it matter how many frogs we have to kiss if in the end we find lasting love? My experience working with individuals and research says no.
Banks' message is a positive one. It encourages the hunt, even after repeated ones-who-got-away. I worry that women not in relationships will be frustrated with this series, that all this talk of happy-happy-love-love will be a huge turn-off. (Because I wasn't always married. I do get it.) But I hope they will read, because few people find their true love the first or even twenty-seventh time they try.
I'm not saying you have to love yourself before you can be in love -- that may not be true -- but you do have to be a trustworthy person who demands trustworthiness in return, and that doesn't happen magically on the steps of a castle or in a meadow in the woods. It happens over the course of a life, one day at a time, whether you're looking for love or not.
Diana at Diana Loves to Write put it so well:
That was one of the first lessons I learned, marriage is hard work. It's a fact, and one most young couples don't realize when they first sign on for what they imagine will be some great romantic adventure meant to last the rest of their lives.
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