"The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes, none remain.
I went to see Memoirs of a Geisha with Bev last night. The movie was different but visually rich. The line about the slow death of the heart was so true, I had to put it down to remember. I had never thought about how hope and love are bound together. It is all these hopes we have for the people we love that hurt so much when they die. Like a neglected plant, it dies a slow death with each leaf slowly crisping and finally dropping. But will it live again.
I went to see Memoirs of a Geisha with Bev last night. The movie was different but visually rich. The line about the slow death of the heart was so true, I had to put it down to remember. I had never thought about how hope and love are bound together. It is all these hopes we have for the people we love that hurt so much when they die. Like a neglected plant, it dies a slow death with each leaf slowly crisping and finally dropping. But will it live again.