"You're my brother." "You're my sister." "You are my best friend." 1st Place Winner of the June 2006 The Dabbling Mum Photo Contest
Photo by Lisa Paolino
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
2nd place winner in contest by
The Dabbling Mum.com
There's beauty in movies; in the way they allow us to escape reality, to learn new things, and to dream new dreams. Yet, I can't help but wonder, shouldn't it be the other way around? Shouldn't our lives reflect the movies we've watched? If we watch what we believe, shouldn’t we be what we watch? And what about romance novels? Are we what we read? Do words take over where we leave off?
Years ago, a man told my dad that my current love relationship was not working because I read too many romance novels. He said that I wanted my life to be like the characters in a book. My dad’s response was quite unexpected. He replied that a love life can be like a romance novel, it should be like a romance novel. Love should be romantic. In other words, life can be full of romance and sweep-me-off-my-feet feelings. To this day, my father does not believe in Valentine’s Day as a special day for love. He believes that everyday is for love and everyday is another day to show it. He doesn’t buy flowers for my mom on Valentine’s Day; he buys them spontaneously throughout the year, for no reason at all. Isn’t that the best reason?
After contemplating my dad’s heartfelt philosophy, I decided that I wanted to live a romance novel, a chick flick movie; I was not going to settle for anything else. It would take over 10 years before love hit me like a movie that leaves you crying at the end, with silent tears streaming down your face. It was like watching a movie, dreaming that what happened in it would happen to you. It was like reading a book that was written by someone who read your mind and knew how you wanted it to end. I longed to be sent roses for no reason, to get tingly all over from the sound of a man’s voice and to miss someone so much that I’d fly a few thousand miles to see him, if only for two days. I so desired someone who did not hold my past against me, yet would use it to understand who I was and what my life could be. I most wanted a man who would hold me in the highest regard, treat me with respect and give me the love I deserved.
Then it happened, a prince in shining armor stepped off the silver screen and into my life. He leapt from the pages of a book and stole my heart. Flowers by the dozen were sent for no reason at all. Hours were spent talking on the phone about nothing, yet about everything. Impulsive trips were taken to see each other for a weekend. I was living a movie, only better than any movie I’d ever seen. He loved me for the same reasons that other men did not. .
So how did the movie end? Was it happily ever after? Yes; I married him.
The Dabbling Mum.com
There's beauty in movies; in the way they allow us to escape reality, to learn new things, and to dream new dreams. Yet, I can't help but wonder, shouldn't it be the other way around? Shouldn't our lives reflect the movies we've watched? If we watch what we believe, shouldn’t we be what we watch? And what about romance novels? Are we what we read? Do words take over where we leave off?
Years ago, a man told my dad that my current love relationship was not working because I read too many romance novels. He said that I wanted my life to be like the characters in a book. My dad’s response was quite unexpected. He replied that a love life can be like a romance novel, it should be like a romance novel. Love should be romantic. In other words, life can be full of romance and sweep-me-off-my-feet feelings. To this day, my father does not believe in Valentine’s Day as a special day for love. He believes that everyday is for love and everyday is another day to show it. He doesn’t buy flowers for my mom on Valentine’s Day; he buys them spontaneously throughout the year, for no reason at all. Isn’t that the best reason?
After contemplating my dad’s heartfelt philosophy, I decided that I wanted to live a romance novel, a chick flick movie; I was not going to settle for anything else. It would take over 10 years before love hit me like a movie that leaves you crying at the end, with silent tears streaming down your face. It was like watching a movie, dreaming that what happened in it would happen to you. It was like reading a book that was written by someone who read your mind and knew how you wanted it to end. I longed to be sent roses for no reason, to get tingly all over from the sound of a man’s voice and to miss someone so much that I’d fly a few thousand miles to see him, if only for two days. I so desired someone who did not hold my past against me, yet would use it to understand who I was and what my life could be. I most wanted a man who would hold me in the highest regard, treat me with respect and give me the love I deserved.
Then it happened, a prince in shining armor stepped off the silver screen and into my life. He leapt from the pages of a book and stole my heart. Flowers by the dozen were sent for no reason at all. Hours were spent talking on the phone about nothing, yet about everything. Impulsive trips were taken to see each other for a weekend. I was living a movie, only better than any movie I’d ever seen. He loved me for the same reasons that other men did not. .
So how did the movie end? Was it happily ever after? Yes; I married him.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)