I have used Pages on the iPad to write an entry this morning while at dialysis. The entry is not here.
I have a lot to say, but little time to go into great detail. It is getting late, and I am getting into a love story – a movie – for the first time in a long time. It is on HMM, and the title of the film is “Love Locks.” The story is about a girlfriend/boyfriend in Paris, and the girl goes back to the states – New York – to finish what she was doing. She was taking art classes with a known artist in Paris, and now the girl was going to be the owner of an art magazine.
The story is based on falling in love in Paris, and the bridges over there have locks on them. As the years went by, the girl was hoping to have her love interest follow her to New York, but he didn’t do it. She found love, and they had a daughter, and the couple was divorced.
The daughter, following her mother’s young ambitions as an artist, was going to be spending some time in Paris. She and her mother went to Paris, and the mother realized that her young love now owned the hotel she and her daughter were there. Her daughter fell in love with a boy. Her daughter was going to art school and was taught by the same artist her Mom learned. When the mother went back to New York, selling her magazine to someone, she left the magazine to pursue her love of painting again. Her Paris interest went to New York to let his love interest know he loved her and always did. They are back in Paris at the bridge they were at so long ago with locks. They did the same thing they did years ago.
Letting the lock fall in the water, and they kissed until the credits of the movie appeared.
I am usually not a romance novel reader or watch a romantic movie. I did last night because I do like Jerry O’Connell as an actor, and I have ever since been a young girl – a younger woman. He has grown older gracefully, and I had forgotten that he is four years younger than me. When I saw him in “Love Locks,” he looked different but sounded the same. I didn’t recognize him until I heard his voice and saw him portraying his older self. One movie I liked a lot. I cannot say I loved it because I am not a romance movie watcher. Watching Christmas movies every Thursday night is not happening, either.
