And speaking of romance, today, I came up with a definition of romance. I'm sure it won't pass Merriam Webster's definition, but it's something I created my won. For me romance is "committed love sprinkled with magic". It's like knowing that you'd want to spend the rest of of your life with that particular person... but there's that "feeling", that floating feeling that's peculiar to it. You cannot fake it. It must come from within. It's magic...
I am reminded of the few scenes and lines on one of my favorite movies of all time: Sleepless in Seattle. Here they go:
H: Hello, Sam, this is Dr. Marsha Fieldstone on Network America. If there was one question I was allowed to ask...
S: Oh go ahead.
H: People who truly loved once are far more likely to love again.Sam, do you think there is someone out there you could love as much as your wife?
S: Well, Dr. Marsha Fieldstone, it's hard to imagine.
H: Hmm... What are you going to do?
S: Well, I'm going to get out of bed every morning. Breath in and out all day long, and then after a while I won’t have to remind myself to get out of bed in the morning and breath in and out. And then after a while, I won’t have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while.
H: Sam. Tell me what was so special about your wife?
S: Well, how long is your program? Oh, well, it was a million tiny little things. When you added them all up it just meant that we were supposed to be together. And I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It's like coming home. Only to no home I'd ever known. I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car. And I knew it. It was like...
(He pauses. Simultaneously, Sam and Annie utter the same word.)
Ba: I was I Atlantic city with my family. Cliff was a waiter. He wasn' t even supposed to work that night, and suppose he hadn' t . He asked me take a midnight walk on the steel pier, I' ve probably told you this a million times, but I don' t care. And he held my hand. At one point I looked down and I couldn' t tell which fingers were his and which were mine, and I knew...
Ba: You know.
Ba: Magic. It was magic.
Ba: I knew we' d be together forever, and that everything would be wonderful, just the way you feel about Walter. Walter, it' s quite a formal name, isn' t it. One of the things I truly knew was that your father and I were going to have a wonderful time in... the "sack", I believe you call it.
For more writings on the word "magic", visit Writer's Island.
Photo was taken from "Let's Face The Music and Dance".
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