Confession: I love romantic movies. I loved them when I was a girl and I love them now. In fact, they're the only movies I care to see. When we go to the movies, like we just did, it's always to see something with romance all over it. Poor Rich, he never gets to see the latest action films. Instead he is dragged to a half-empty theatre with two dozen middle aged women and me. I butter him up with promised popcorn and so he muddles through another completely predictable plot while I am captured. I barely touch the popcorn. I don't even look his way. The film will be finished, the theatre emptied and we remain- me staring at a list of credits, still enamored by the music, by the happy ending. Him crunching on the unpopped kernels.
What is it about love stories that make a woman melt? From Pride and Prejudice to Beauty and the Beast, romance dazzles us in a way it never can a man. There's Elizabeth Bennett fighting with her pride even while her heart wants to be loved by Mr. Darcy. Or Juliet, the fourteen year old who lies unconscious in a morgue to wait for love. I mean, when Lucy Manette stands everyday for an hour on a street corner- in the midst of the French Revolution, no less- so that her imprisoned husband can catch a glimpse of her shadow from his cell in the Bastille, well, I just can't take it. I get all stirred up.
But you know, there is one love story better than the rest. It's the story that we live and I want to play it over and over again. Because the greatest love story is our own.
I hope you have a love story that's greater than any predictable piece you've paid to see. I hope it's brilliant and I hope you're captured right up until the end.
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