And Then We Learn Love

If there's one lesson "Gone With the Wind", offers me then I guess it's not the adorably spunky and unimaginative (And therefore indomitable), Scarlett's motto "Tomorrow's another day."
More like we tend to ignore and undervalue what's truly ours.
And the person who stands by us steadfastly, becomes just that, the stand by.
We'll always hanker after the unavailable ordinary who assumes mythical proportions and significance.
Rhett Butler and Melanie Wilkes both  achieve their halos on martyrdom.
Sadly whilst Melanie is alive, and well worth taking a second look at, she is most conveniently hoisted up on a pedestal for due diligence homage to some distant deity. 
The ebullient Butler whistling up a storm of flirtation all around his beloved Scarlett is treated much like a buzzing mosquito swatted most energetically by an oblivious Ms O'Hara.
One has to literally die to get her man's attention.
And the other has to get all aloof impervious inscrutable and totally inaccessible to be coveted.
We want the drama. We crave tragedy. 
Anyday. We will trade comfort and warmth and  rush off on our fools' missions to win the hearts already spoken for or dig up one from the grave.
Why? Because We need to feel Special.
Not make someone feel special.
We need to feel unique.
Perhaps it's the man in the mirror we are finally in love with.
When we grow up we put away the mirror or it shatters and along with it our interfering egos.
And then we learn love.