If I Were to Rewrite a Love Story?
There have been so many love stories written through time.
Romeo and Juliet was probably one of the first that reached me in a seventh-grade literature class. I still remember how heartbroken I felt — so tragic, so final — and yet so unforgettable.
Through the years I was swept into others: Love Story, The Titanic, and my favorite of all time, Somewhere in Time. Each one was deeply felt, as though I were living inside them. Each one carved something in my heart that never left.
And yet, each one left me wanting to rewrite the ending.
Romeo and Juliet — two hearts bound, undone by hate.
Love Story — Their love burns bright but ends in tragedy when Jenny falls ill. Too young, yet death came too soon.
Titanic — love fierce enough to defy the world, yet not the sea.
Somewhere in Time — timeless devotion, torn apart by a single coin.
These stories captured the heart, yes.
But they also left it broken.
Why Not a Twist of Fate?
I’ve often wondered: why must great love always prove itself through tragedy?
Why not let the story bend, and still hold the ache, but end in survival?
In my mind, I rewrite them:
Romeo wakes from a dream, and peace is made between the Montagues and Capulets.
Richard never pulls the penny from his pocket, and Elise remains in his arms.
The Titanic’s tragedy is its only a movie— and the lovers live to tell the tale.
The story would still carry the heartbreak.
But alongside it would be hope.
Love would not vanish; it would endure.
Perhaps the greatest love stories don’t have to end in loss.
Perhaps they can carry sorrow, yet still redeem it.
Because tragedy pierces the heart — yes.
But so can hope.
So can survival.
So can the quiet miracle of two Lovers finding their way through.
One that honors the ache,
but does not leave them stranded in it.
One that keeps the truth of love’s cost,
but shows love’s reward as well.
A story where love endures the night,
and still wakes to morning.
Perhaps, in rewriting these endings, I am also rewriting something in myself — the belief that love, at its truest, is not the story that breaks us, but the one that carries us home.
