First off, I never really believed in love shits anymore. But since I've watched this movie (pirated from the net), maybe I'm going to start to believe again. It's ironic, really. First Love. Second Chances? Oh, hell no. You try and you try and here you go: a slap in the face by reality. It's never going to work out.
Maybe in the movie, it worked out. Plainly because of the people and they have so much faith -- which I do not have BTW. The movie's setting was cute, though. I want to go to Verona, Italy. If! There's a lover na. City of Love, right? Hee.
Sigh. An old couple due 50 years fell in love again. Is that even possible in our world? How I wish I could believe in love again; in destiny, in what ifs. Some other time, perhaps.
"When we're speaking about love, it's never too late."
"Romeo save me, I've been feelin' so alone. I keep waitin' for you but you never come."
"Leaving London would be a pleasure as long as you're waiting for me at the other side."
"What and if are two words as non-threatening as words can be, but put them together side by side, and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life. What if?"
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