Today, Bing and I went to see the most luscious movie. It was Feast of Love.
It was simply lovely and deserves a look see. It is rare that she and I both love a movie, but it happened with this one. I think the fact that she thinks that Selma Blair is about the sexiest woman alive might have something to do with it. For me, I don't know...something about it just called out to me. Perhaps it was the line that Greg Kinnear says when he goes to the hospital with an self inflicted injury to his hand. When asked why on earth he cut his finger, he says that he thinks it was because he wanted his body to feel some of the pain that was in his heart.
I cried. And cried. Bing didn't have any kleenex because she has a cold and had used it all herself, so I dried my tears with the hem of my skirt.
Sometimes lines just jump out at you and you don't really know why. I don't know why I cried. I am happy, settled. I just cried, that is all. It just happened. Something hit a nerve.