I say “no”. Ah, when I was a young lass, I was sure he did. That he loved her forever. That Love and Passion endure. But I grew up. Grew old? I don’t think I’m old. I think I’m sadder but wiser (oh wait – that’s the Music Man and I’m supposed to be on Gone With the Wind).
I seem to have had this conversation a lot lately – in SL, FL, Plurk. I guess the end of the calendar year makes people introspective, makes us reflect on endings and beginnings.
I don’t think Rhett ever went back to her. I think that after all that time of his love and passion being taken for granted – dismissed, down-played, never overtly appreciated – I think it burned out. It simply faded away. It moved from grand and overwhelming passion to fire to pain to ache to dullness to nothing. I think one day Rhett woke up and said “You know, enough is enough. It’s time to move on. I’ve offered her my soul, my life, and she didn’t want it. It’s simply over, there’s no more longing, desire, energy. I’m done.”
Sigh. I’d really rather be a romantic. But I want Rhett to have a good life. Scarlett is never going to “get it” and treat him right. /me hugs Rhett. You’re going to be okay, kid. Trust me.