Being in love vs. being in love in the movies...

This past weekend I subjected RR to the movie The Notebook. If you've seen it, then you'll understand why I say subjected. If you haven't seen it and are of the female persuasion, rent it. If you haven't seen it and you're of the male species... run. Fast. And far. It's definitely a chick-flick.

***spoiler alert***

So, the general gist of the movie is this: boy and girl have summer romance and fall in love. girl is from rich family, boy is poor farmer. parents disapprove. girl moves away. romance ends. boy goes to war. boy comes home from war. girl get engaged to someone else (obnoxiously rich man) but sees boy again. girl goes to visit boy. they have lots of sex and live happily ever after. girl gets alzheimer's. boy moves into special-care home with her. boy reads her the story of their love affair. occasionally she remembers who she is. they die together. the end...

(I cried like a baby through the whole thing. It was a total Sleepless in Seattle moment. RR wisely just ignored the whole pathetic display and tried to look interested...)

Anyway, since I was very little and had even the most general grasp on the concept of being in love, I wanted that kind of love. You know the kind... they are still crazy for each other after 40 years of being married. That kind. The gross kind. I want it...

And I always thought it was just this thing that happened. What I'm coming to find out is that it is what you make it. Just like the rest of life. If you have 2 people who are willing to buy into that fairytale and work at it, it can be just like the movies. Granted, RR and I are pretty early into things, but I see so much potential.

And he's willing to buy into the dream. Just like me...