Do we love people, or do we love how we feel when we're with them? Is love forever? Can love change?
I don't pretend to know the answer. I thought I had all the answers at 21, but recently divorced, admittedly I don't. I consider love to be much like beauty, it's in the eyes of the beholder. The reality is people change. They change the most between the early twenties and mid-thirties. If you deeply love a person, and they change, do you have to still love them? I believe there are different kinds of love and I often wonder if a language has 20 different words for snow, is there a language with as many words to describe love. I love what I do, I love my children, I love my house, I love my parents, I love my boyfriend, I love myself, and these all feel similar but different at times.
If you haven't seen it I won't spoil it anymore, but suffice to say if you plan on renting it head over to Costco's and get a big 8 pack of tissues first.
I saw this on an airplane, and cried like a baby, but I knew deep down inside that that was love. Sometimes love is beautiful and makes us the happiest people on Earth, and sometimes love hurts, but a life without love isn't one I want to experience either way.
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