I keep listening to “Timeless” (Taylor Swift) — it makes me cry like I’m eighteen again and believe in that sort of love. It’s nice tapping into that, as much as it hurts. I take myself out of it and imagine the lyrics for characters in the stories I read and even that can bring me to my knees. A naive conviction that when you love someone they’ll love you back and love you forever. I eat it up. It’s like talking to an old version of myself, unscarred.
(Sorry — it’s the wine.)
And the movie, Red, White, & Royal Blue, at last. Far from perfect because the book is perfect and it’s impossible to cram that kind of magic into a two-hour format, but when Alex and Henry dance in the Victoria and Albert Museum to “Can’t Help Falling in Love” I cry. I’d watch it again.
I think of Alex and Henry when I listen to the song too. That’s the kind of love story that’s timeless to me:
‘Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this
So, even in a different life, you still would’ve been mine
We would’ve been timeless
With Love,
Natalie