blissful love

Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you

Ahhh I am such a sucker for romantic movies, love stories (real and reel). It's pretty obvious, as can be seen by my list of favorite movies - many of which are romantic comedies, some more of the serious love stuff. Somehow, even when the movie's all too serious (purely serious), I look forward to the romantic or love-related twist to it. Oh LOVE. I always believed in it. Always have, always will.

This movie will go down in Maica history as one of the most beautiful love stories I've seen. Whether for reel or for real, its unique story transcends all other love stories out there, many of which, believe me, I've either seen or heard firsthand or some experienced firsthand.

I cannot fathom the thought of death of a loved one, let alone a husband and a first true love at that. That is just beyond me as of the moment. Can't imagine it, won't imagine it.

I'd probably deal with death of a loved one the way Holly did - realistically speaking. She locked herself up in their apartment for about a month, crying her heart out, watching old romantic movies, moping around and all. Ending up smelling like ****, I can just imagine so.

I cried my heart out the first time when Holly came home from Gerry's service and she kept calling Gerry's mobile phone, only to keep listening to his voice mailbox to pick up, listening to his voice over and over again...

Then came Gerry's birthday cake present for her a month after his death with a tape which Gerry recorded before he died. Bittersweet, I know. Even more so, letters from Gerry came one after the other, sending messages of love, encouragement, motivation, and more love. Slowly, with Gerry's letters, Holly started living again - reliving how their love started, reminding her of her passions when they first met and living it, despite the agonizing pain she was going through. 

It ends with that letter above, Gerry's last.

It was truly such a touching movie and needless to say, I cried buckets, even in the funnier, happier moments.

All in all, I'd have to say that I do pray for the kind of love these two shared, one which rose above and beyond the call of normalcy and the day-to-day kind of love. One which transcends time, death, and even simple expectations.