yesterday i watched the second half of titanic. as a girl who readily and uncontrollably becomes emotionally intertwined in movies, i put myself in there, on the fancy boat, holding my breath just as long as Jack and Rose.
i can't understand how all of those women left their husbands. i was thinking that i would rather just die in the arms of love than be separated. just as i thought this, a shot of an old man and his wife lying on their bed, tightly embraced, waiting for their final breath together came across the screen.
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