Really, another blog
post about love? Doesn’t this chick
write about anything else? I thought she was a cynic anyway??
Well, yes, lately I have been one. But my enduring trait as a hopeless romantic
far outweighs the recent experiences that have temporarily morphed me into the
latter.
Tonight I had a girls’ night out with one of my best
friends, Katie, and we enjoyed a simple dinner at Panera and a chick flick
afterwards: “Endless Love”
I remember admitting to her as we took our seats that I
wouldn’t be surprised if this movie makes me depressed.
“I’ve really been
starting to enjoy the single life lately.
I hope this movie doesn’t ruin it for me,” I said.
“I just hope it’s not
as cheesy as it looks,” Katie responded.
So, we found our perfect seats in the smack-dab-middle of
the almost-empty theater room at MJR, kicked up our feet (because, why wouldn’t you
when not one person is sitting in the 15 or so rows in front of you??) and
took it all in.
I’m not going to give a full synopsis of the movie like I
often tend to do. Just go see it, ladies—and
men, if chick flicks are your thing.
Your lucky lady might appreciate it. And, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.
The movie is definitely one of fantasy, because let’s face
it. Love like that just doesn’t exist
anymore.
Okay, scratch
that. I truly believe it does. It’s just hard to come by nowadays.
I thought the movie was going to be really cheesy. I mean, it’s not a Nicholas Sparks novel turned to a major motion picture.
Can anything even come close??? But, I was pleasantly surprised.
It’s one of those types of movies that you like to get
lost in and live vicariously through the characters that are so madly in
love. And for those two hours, you might
be really happy, and then sad, and then start crying, and then pointing the air
gun to your head because you realize your life isn’t nearly as perfect as what
you’re seeing on screen, and then happy and crying all over again. You know what I’m talking about, ladies.
For the entire nearly-forty-minute commute home, I actually
reflected upon the movie and daydreamed about a piece of my perfect fairy-tale
life. Does anyone else actually do this?
This is probably one of the major reasons I actually enjoy long,
lonesome commutes. Aside from the serious dent they put in my bank account on a
weekly basis, drives like this are my chance to listen to amazing country music
and fantasize about my perfect, would-be life.
While right now all of that is just fantasy, I hold on to my
faith that one day, those fairy-tales and those reveries will come to life. Until then, I will enjoy my single life and
continue to spend my time with my amazing, eclectic mix of friends. Besides, at 25 years old, I’m still pretty
damn young.
I once had a portion of the type of love portrayed in this
movie with someone special, and there was a time when I thought that he was my true
soul mate. I guess God had a different
plan in store. And, I’m okay with that.
So for any ladies, or men, who might currently be in the
same shoes as I, growing antsy because we haven’t yet found the one, our time
will eventually come. And I’ll be damn
sure that one day, through prayer, patience, faith, and the grace of God, we
will someday meet our very own endless love.
Because I really do believe that soul mates exist.
xoxo ~Elizabeth
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