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Love's Cyrano




Are you a "Cyrano"?






If you all are familiar with the story of Cyrano, you know it's a classic comedy of errors in every sense of the word. The story is simple: Flawed Boy Loves Girl but Girl Loves Another Beautiful (yet dumb) Boy, Flawed Boy uses Another Beautiful Boy's face..yet his words to seduce Girl. Girl Loves Beautiful Boy because she thinks that his words match the beauty of his face.....only to realize when it's too late that it's Flawed Boy's words that she loves.....and falls in love with him.....yet it's too late. You took too long to overlook his flaws....now he's gone.






I've been Love's Cyrano. They see your face...body...hear the words that come from your mouth as melodious as ever. But they desire someone else. Your flaws, whatever they may be to them and perhaps not even to your knowledge, can't be overlooked by them. It's as if you are the archetype of the "quirky best friend" that you see in movies. Except, your quirk is getting in the way of them really "seeing you" for who you are. They can't see that you are madly adoring them...you love them. Sometimes you don't even know what the quirk or flaw is in yourself.....sometimes you do.






You say all the things you want them to hear. The accolades. The praise. The fawning. You adore them. You say everything they want to hear. You do everything they want you to do. . Because you aren't wrapped up in the pretty package that they want..it's not enough. Your Quirks. Your Flaws. They are getting in the way. You don't have the status. You don't have the right title. You don't have the right look. You are Cyrano...and they want Roxanne.... You speak beauty but they want beauty.






Have you ever been Love's Cyrano?

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  1. Great post. Definitely reminds me of the SITC episode where Big marries the WRONG girl. Carrie was very much Love's Cyrano. Hmmm, dont know if i've every been that. When i've gotten kicked to the curb (lol) in the past, it was just because it was an awful match overall, and he happened to be the one to face reality sooner than me.

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