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Oh, that Lily. Digging deep.
Yashy and Blur just returned to Mike’s house. They didn’t just appear out of nowhere! You can notice the slam on the seventeenth panel.
In my opinion, the “soul mate” thing doesn’t completely exist. After all, some people never meet the person their “destined to”.
…I just noticed the title, I suddenly have a strange feeling Mike’s about to be shot down…
Kuragari December 18, 2010, 5:18 AM EST.
You know… I feel for him, but far too often do we mortals pine after paradise, after the absolute perfect, after the one, that we fail to see that such abstrct things do not really exist. The only reason she is perfect is because she is far away. Because she is out of sight, and his imagination is able to flow and replace the many gaps. I think if they met in reality, Sandy would irritate him with her insistence on the need of something for her to do. And the big problem. She WON’T be perfect. Because nobody is.
To him their relationship is the siren’s song, that which is beautiful, yes, but in their quest to find true love and live happily ever after it is but the grand distraction, the golden-voiced whisper that will steer him inevitably off course, into the fog bank that blinds him to what is before his very eyes.
In the end, he will not be happy with Sandy. Because, one, it will never be permanent. Ever. Even his fantasies imagine just a few days, a few weeks, just another few months of bliss, please, God, before she fades away into dark obscurity. He KNOWS. And two, it will never be as perfect as he remembers. He remembers somebody far back, who needed him, who could provide fish every day, who he could laugh and joke and play with, who liked everything he liked. The thing is, though, that there is a much wider range of things that they do now. Will the same be true now? She has the same sense of humor, but will she be able to please him so thoroughly now? When they finally meet, will she be perfect? No she will not be perfect.
Lucy will always be there for him. As bittersweet as they are, you cannot know bliss until you have tasted agony and sorrow. There is no white if there is no black. There is no shadow without light. There is no order without chaos. It’s all a contrast. A life that is all one alabaster hue is flat. A life without Lucy would be to Mike as if the colors purple and orange were simply leeched from the world and replaced with white.
Hopefully he’ll realize that.
They are star-cross’d, truly.
HE is the only one who needs to realize that. She knows, deep in her heart and outwardly too.
Biblioholic July 17, 2011, 7:59 PM EST.
I will cry
ema February 5, 2012, 7:23 PM EST.
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