Saturday, May 29, 2010

confession

I am a hopeless hopeful romantic. I've always known that. I've always said it (though I've tried to downplay it depending on who I'm talking to). The truth is, I am in love with love.

I saw Letters to Juliet tonight. That's what brought this post on. I loved it. I was skeptical going in. I chose to see it, yes. But, I thought to myself "oh, this is going to be super predictable" and "It has that stinkin' Taylor Swift song..." (Let's just say I am not her biggest fan.) Also, as it started I thought to myself "What am I doing here? I'm feelin' kind of mopey about boys and dating at the moment, why on earth did I chose to come watch some mushy, cutesy love story?"

And, I proved myself wrong. (I love when I do that!) Yes, it was mushy and predictable, but delightfully so! It was unexpectedly predictable. I'm not even sure I know what that means, but that's what it was. It was so dang cute and one of those awesome "feel good movies". I left the theater walking on sunshine.

Can't my life pretty please just be a chick flick?
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