when the thunderstorm
pounds against their backs
and Noah kisses Allie,
and Patrick sings for Kat,
and Jack dies saving Rose,
and Forrest tells Jenny
he doesn't have to be a smart man
to know what he's felt for her
for all these years.
It doesn't work like this.
As much as we will love each other,
we will not always have the thunderstorms,
the right words,
the perfect moments,
the magic
and the bravery.
It never looks like it does
in the movies,
but when he holds me all night long,
when he teaches me how to dance
and tells me how beautiful I am.
When I cook for him,
when I can't help but staring at him
and feel the luckiest person alive.
When we get drunk with wine,
when we sing in his car
and can't stop laughing.
When we look at each other
without saying anything,
but feeling everything
we love
more real
than anyone else.
— m.f. // About love stories
