There comes a time when something, whether a quote... or a page in a book... or a billboard sign... or a bumper sticker would suddenly strike you and would seem that it is just aimed for you.
This is what happened to me when I finally watched, The Notebook. Never read the book. And after six years of being out, I sat one night on our basement couch, told my family to leave me alone while I watch, and clicked the play button.
Nothing happened to me while watching the movie... the first part. There were those dialogues that made me grip the pillow tighter; but not enough to make me cry.
Then came the scene when Allie came back to see Noah. And they finally made love. Finally, I said. Still... nothing to cry about here.
When she woke up one morning, daisies on her pillow, and a note that asks her to follow the arrows. Allie got excited, looked down on the floor, and sure enough, big arrows are there directing her. She eagerly grabbed the blanket to wrap herself, tiptoeing as she goes. Allie stops dead on her tracks when she enters the room... there right before her eyes... her very own painting room... complete with all the brushes, paint, an easel...
I started bawling...
Noah has kept her promise to Allie. From rebuilding the house, to the shutters on the window, to the patio that goes around, right down to her painting room.
He often asks her what she wants... and she always answers what other people expect her to do, thinking it's what she wants.
BUT HE LETS HER DO WHAT SHE WANTS!
I cried until I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up with bloodshot, puffy eyes with the tv still turned on. I went to work and though everyone was surprised with how I looked, after telling them the reason, they just understood. Even the guys. Strange how a movie can have this effect on so many.
It took me days to post this story. The movie just wrecked havoc in my brain, turning it into a mush.