Love
I love chick flicks. I watched the final episode of Sex and the City last night (for the fourth time) and cried again when Carrie and Big found each other in Paris. That's one of those shows that you root like crazy for the girls to find true, lasting love and you cry like crazy when they do. I mean, all the girls on that show were promiscuous, but hence the title. But down deep inside, whether they wanted to admit it or not, they were all just looking for that one true love. The one who eclipses all others, the one who accepts all your faults, the one who isn't perfect, but you know is true to only you. Through the years, these girls were on again/off again with their soul mates, but it was always there that these were THE ONES. I loved Carrie and Big (who they tell you in the last scene that his name is John ........could have left that out). They were so obviously in love but he denied it to himself over and over again. So when he finds her in a Paris hotel, in a beautiful Dior gown, crouched down on the floor picking up the beads of her broken necklace, she looks up, sees him, and cries, and falls into his arms, and he says,"Carrie, you're the one." Oh, it's such a YEAH!! moment. And Charlotte, who turned Jewish for her bald headed man, and could never get pregnant, finally gets a picture of her little Chinese baby that they are going to adopt. She sees the picture and says "That's my baby! I just know it. I was just waiting for her to come to me." Another sniffle and YEAH! Miranda was the one who was already settled in the burbs, had finally given into the homemaker lifestyle and had a baby, but still fought against giving of herself completely to love until Steve's (her husband) mother with Alzheimers comes to live with them and gets out alone one day. Poor Miranda is frantic searching for her and finds her eating pizza from a trash can. She takes her home, and gently bathes her, and finally gives up her heart and realizes that sometimes love IS painful, but it's better than not feeling anything.(sniffle) And then there's Samantha. She was always the vain, man using sexpot on the show. She never thought of anyone other than herself or her three best friends, and men were just toys. But she finally found love with a much younger man who couldn't see anything but her. And when she developed breast cancer and lost her hair and looks to chemo, even though she tried to push him away, he stayed. And loved her. (another sniffle)
I love these silly "love conquers all" type shows. It's nice to remember, after all these years of marriage, that first rush of feeling when you've met "the one". That glow you feel inside. That permanent smile you wear. That "I can't sleep at night" feeling. And that wonderful feeling from holding onto the one man who you never want to be without..........ever.
(sniffle)
I love these silly "love conquers all" type shows. It's nice to remember, after all these years of marriage, that first rush of feeling when you've met "the one". That glow you feel inside. That permanent smile you wear. That "I can't sleep at night" feeling. And that wonderful feeling from holding onto the one man who you never want to be without..........ever.
(sniffle)