There are not so many excuses for love. If it cannot be fulfilled, it only means that love is not enough.

Weston 2022-04-22 07:01:02

What if I don't remember anything? What will you do?
I will be here and I will never leave you.
Can our love work miracles?
I think so. Because of love, I bring you back to me every time.
Do you think our love can take us away together?
I think our love can make us omnipotent.
...
they lay embracing on a single bed, held each other's hands, said "good night", and slept forever, leaving two serene expressions on their faces. Perfect and slightly sad. In the end there was endless silence. Language is redundant.

If the ending of the fairy tale is so beautiful, why is there so much sentimentality?
Seeing the love that has not changed even after reaching the end of life is filled with a strong tragic color.
Such an eternal love brings tears to my eyes.

Fairy tales are beautiful because they are out of reach.

She likes to wear red, the color so ebullient, just like her character.
He was a happy and carefree person before, but he became silent and decadent after losing her.
He promised to rebuild a manor for her, with a room facing the stream for her to paint.
He wrote 365 letters, all of which were detained privately by her mother.
He went through a war and she fell in love again.
She saw the bearded man and the manor behind him in the newspaper, and she couldn't help flying to find him.
They quarrel in the heavy rain, and finally realize that they still love each other.

This is an ordinary love story. Everyone will experience love, but not everyone will have a firm and unswerving love for each other.
There are not so many excuses for love. If it cannot be fulfilled, it only means that love is not enough.

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Extended Reading
  • Clotilde 2022-03-23 09:01:05

    As long as you have loved, as long as you believe it is beautiful

  • Mossie 2022-03-23 09:01:05

    A love, a fairy tale

The Notebook quotes

  • Anne: She is out foolin' around with that boy until two o'clock in the morning and it has got to stop! I didn't spend seventeen years of my life raising a daughter and giving her *everything*, so she could throw it away on a summer romance!

    Young Allie: [screaming] *Daddy*!

    Anne: She will wind up with her heart broken or pregnant! Now he's a nice boy, but he's...

    Young Allie: He's *what*? He is what? Tell me!

    Anne: He is trash! Trash! Trash! Not for you!

  • Allie: Did you write that?

    Duke: No, that was Walt Whitman.

    Allie: I think I knew him...

    Duke: I think you did too.