I have long abandoned this little isolated islet of mine in the vast sea of web, but tonight, after watching this movie, I felt a compelling urge to write.
Be it you hear me or not, i have to say…
Romantic movies are my enemy, the foe I fear and cant defeat. I’ve watched Titanic 3 times yet couldnt survive 30 minutes of viewing, the torture was severe and I wasn’t masochistic enough.
But this movie, the time traveller’s wife, reminds me of aconite… such innocent pink flowers with so sweet a nectar, but make no mistake, it kills you in a heartbeat.
And a heart it killed is a heart I discovered for I almost forgot how to shed tears, I even thought my tears would be dirty…how long have they been in storage?
Imagine having the ability to travel back and forth in time through your own life just a different place, the same picture going on just a different seat… how many journeys would it take you to wear out the thrill of some new joys? and how many times till your heart stops aching about a loss? What a bless, what a curse.
A woman, it is always a woman, and in this case a beauty that made my heart jump-start. It is not her secret charm or calm allure, it is the fact that she loved her man.
She loved a man with an incorrigible shortcoming. Could women love this way? could you?
I know you’d say all men have some incurable defect. If you just had this thought after the last paragraph, dear reader, then you must be a woman, because that…is a typical feminine answer, it’s almost a reflex. You always wish for a perfect man yet you fall in love with the worst, besides, how perfect are you anyway?
If women were like that Clare Abshire, I don’t think a divorce is ever likely to happen. why is it that true love from the opposite gender became as scarce as a phoenix, while all they brag about is their capacity to love unconditionally?
That movie is food for thought, and soothing words for a wailing heart. Dont watch it if you cant cry.
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