The Notebook

I admit to being an incurable romantic. I admit to not wanting to be cured. I admit to believing in true love. I admit to being one of those people for whom cynicism is wasted energy. I admit to crying during this movie, The Notebook. I admit to thinking, while watching it, of love past, love lost and love redeemed. I admit to wanting things to work out, for houses to be restored, for lives to fall to pieces and fall together again.

If you're one of those for whom cynicism wears on you like a grim smile of cool, I dare you, to watch this movie and not remember every time love found you.

I have to go play soccer now.