This afternoon, I received the following email from my roommate, Heather C. (not Heather B., who I will be seeing The Lake House with tonight).

Lizabeth!

I will not allow you to be lax and haphazard on your blogging any longer. You must post the answer to this question in time for me to read it before I get home today—or I will no longer be your friend and any further communication will consist of speaking of you in the third person while directing my questions toward Lulu.

Prompt: If you were going to have a relationship with someone stuck in time, two years apart from you, (as in THE LAKE HOUSE) who would you want it to be? If you felt in love with him, what would you do about it? Would you be devoted to him, assuming that you could never meet?

Now, WRITE…

-H

The truth is, I have been a little bit blocked when it comes to blogging lately. I asked Heather to come up with something for me to talk about. Since I’ll be seeing the movie tonight, watch for the post to be edited later in the day.

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And here it is.The movie was great. Nice and happy and sweet and WARNING: DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T WANT IT A LITTLE BIT SPOILED, as in me saying, it’s a happy ending and DUH they get together. Okay, now that that has been covered…the whole time I kept thinking, “This is exactly like any other relationship, except these people have the benefit(?) of knowing each other before they really are together.” And for the most part that is true. Then I thought, “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.” So I was trying to put together the best scenario, if I were to someday find myself in this same situation.

Two years. Think about that. I would venture to say that there are quite a few men right now that I might find myself attracted to, who are completely undatable. BUT…give them two years. Seriously! That opens up so many more options when you can hope that maybe they have matured beyond the primordial stage they are currently in.

But, if you are going to bank on that, then you have to say that they guy is going to be the one in the “future” while you are in the “past.” This isn’t how it works in the movie. Sandra Bullock’s character is in the “future” and Keanu Reeves is in the “past.” I think this is a major reason she catches him in the beginning. He wants to know what’s going on! And you know guys, some of them are interested in weird stuff like that. So in the film (to me) Sandra Bullock has the upper hand without the hope that the guy (that she doesn’t know so this doesn’t matter) is going to grow and mature and be a respectable human being.

Back to this being like any other relationship. Really. It is. Only they get to enjoy the moments along the way and recollect seeing each other on the street, little shared smiles, and some knowledge that was unexplainable at the time, but in the end it all makes sense. This was the one human being you were meet to be with forever and somehow you got lucky enough to have all of these moments along the way. I can relate to this in a way because of a certain strange feeling that I get sometimes. Now it has become so distinctive that I know exactly what it is when it hits me (and be prepared, you’re going to think I’m crazy). I have had experiences meeting someone, or seeing them pass by the street and getting this very strange feeling about them. Then, sometimes years later, they are in my life in a bigger capacity than to begin with (usually going from being complete strangers to acquaintances or even close friends in some cases). See? I told you that you’d think I was crazy. But seriously.

I treasure moments. Words said, sounds, the feeling of the wind on that particular day, a smell. Most likely with the hope that someday they will mean something more and be worth more to me than face value. And even if they aren’t, at least I have something to write about. Then there are the ones that slip away, that you don’t think account for anything, and somehow, out of nowhere, something in the future sparks them and you recall these times with a person or place and they really do mean that much to you. I think maybe “love at first sight” is what this is (because I’ve never really believed in the text book definition). Maybe, it’s whenever you encounter someone again and begin thinking about all the time you had before and you think that…you loved them all along. And maybe you did.

PS; Heather, I would never want to have a relationship with someone in a different time as me. Bleh. You know I have a hard enough time with ones in the present.