leaving the movie theater without seeing you. Looking at the swollen eyes and red nose in the mirror, I still worry about the imperfect ending
. But like all the beauty of love, being together in love is comforting and joyful. Predicted a perfect ending, but waited until death, and never ended. I look forward to miracles, but the movie is like reality, and death is irreversible. Not perfect, but had to continue.
There is another kind of love in the world, the kind of love that gives you encouragement to be a better self.
I searched, I remembered, just like a movie, I once had it~
Whether it has been lost, I don’t know.
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