We live in a world of fickle hearts. We grew up hearing about Prince Charming and happily ever afters, but we also grew up watching marriages crumble and sex selling in every medium out there. Where, in all of this, is love?
Despite her death over a quarter century ago, John Wooden still writes his wife Nell love letters. It reminds me of that sappiest of sappy movies, The Notebook.
In all of disillusionment and wariness, I sincerely hope that I may one day experience this kind of love.
P.S. Thanks, Christina, for posting this on your facebook!