"Good friends, with benefits, close and intimate and caring". A relationship that lasted a few years. And you don't bother to check and see if she's okay? Not hospitalized or worse? That qualifies you as an asshole in my book. The ending took the story from a good story to a disappointing story.
GToast, my first reaction was similar to the criticism by shuttlepilot and Overthefalls. Then I thought about it some more and realized that what we wanted was a hollywooded sappy, happy ending. Happy, happy, happy, godamnit!
But that is not the story you wrote. This story is about two people whose lifepaths intersected for a while. Friendship and lust are not abiding love. Eventually, the character's journeys went off into different directions. Blaming the male character for losing contact is unfair, the woman was able to pickup a phone, send an email, write or dictate a letter.
We, the readers, have no other information but what the author provides us. Projecting our assumptions and life stories onto a work of fiction is an exercise in futile daydreaming. Write your own goddamn stories!
Real life is not clean or sharply defined or a straight, unbroken line. Real life is more like meandering through a multitude of channels of a tropical delta. You have no idea what will be waiting for you around the next bend.
The people in our lives will pass and then we, ourselves, you and I will die. The world will go on spinning. The tides will rise and fall as the wind continues to blow. The Sun will shine and the Moon will reflect.
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Truly very nice!
No, not a stroke story, but a heartwarming one of how two people met by accident, and gave each other pleasure. Very lovely!
Maybe enough
for you... but, what about for her?
Dear shuttle pilot -
Did you read the fucking story?
We parted. I was happy. I hoped she was.
What's so fucking hard to understand?
Thanks for reading, but bring your brain next time.
So - Good friends?
"Good friends, with benefits, close and intimate and caring". A relationship that lasted a few years. And you don't bother to check and see if she's okay? Not hospitalized or worse? That qualifies you as an asshole in my book. The ending took the story from a good story to a disappointing story.
reflecting
GToast, my first reaction was similar to the criticism by shuttlepilot and Overthefalls. Then I thought about it some more and realized that what we wanted was a hollywooded sappy, happy ending. Happy, happy, happy, godamnit!
But that is not the story you wrote. This story is about two people whose lifepaths intersected for a while. Friendship and lust are not abiding love. Eventually, the character's journeys went off into different directions. Blaming the male character for losing contact is unfair, the woman was able to pickup a phone, send an email, write or dictate a letter.
We, the readers, have no other information but what the author provides us. Projecting our assumptions and life stories onto a work of fiction is an exercise in futile daydreaming. Write your own goddamn stories!
Real life is not clean or sharply defined or a straight, unbroken line. Real life is more like meandering through a multitude of channels of a tropical delta. You have no idea what will be waiting for you around the next bend.
The people in our lives will pass and then we, ourselves, you and I will die. The world will go on spinning. The tides will rise and fall as the wind continues to blow. The Sun will shine and the Moon will reflect.
Pussy!
Man up you idiot! She was your, "Soul Mate" you fool!
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