Just finished watching "The Notebook", damned movie! It makes me ashamed in first 20 minutes and makes me nearly cry at the end. I couldn't be thinking it as a movie anyhow, it's a beautiful fable.
What's love?! Perhaps a treasure that everyone pursuing desperately, but most likely just a passional and short phase for most of common people in the real world.
It makes me confusing and sorrowful once thinking about it. I don't fucking know!
I also tell myself I would never be waiting for death or anything in the chilly resthome or hospital when the age is despairingly old - I will end it by myself before everything turns pale and gray.
