I laughed at a friend of mine when she told me her favourite movie was The Notebook. I would make fun of any of those 'romance' movies. I thought that the women that enjoyed that kind of nonsense were weak and foolish. Then I watched The Notebook. And I fell in love with those weak and foolish notions. I realized the reason I made fun of romantic gestures was because my life was sadly devoid of them. The ridiculous passion portrayed in that movie is what I crave. But does it exist? Is there a man out there willing to go to outrageous lengths to show his undying love for me? Is the Hollywood love story even possible? I can only hope...
"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds."
I want a man to wake my soul.
I want a man to plant a fire in my heart.
I want him to read me poetry and write me letters.
I want to watch sports and opera with him.
When I look into his eyes I want to know he sees only me.
He will be my very best friend.
I want him to hunger for me.
I want to quiver when he touches me.
When he says my name it sounds different in his mouth.
I want to grow old with him and still look at each other with desire and joy.
Maybe I want what can't be. But everything else has felt like settling. So there must be more to have, right?
Today I choose to say YES to hope.
Awesome awesome awesome post. GO HOPE!
ReplyDeleteI, too ADORE the Notebook. It's sickeningly awesome and filled with that ridiculously perfect relationship that lasts... forever. It's not impossible. Hope away!