Like Crazy

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it. 

But I didn't, not really. 

Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.

I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, 

That the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. 

Because it's the halves that halve you in half. 

I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits; 

The gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me. 

From one of my favourite films, 'Like Crazy'. I'm so glad I re-watched it, and was reminded of these perfect words. They're from the scene when Anna reads her writing to Jacob, before they embark on their tumultuous, transatlantic, bittersweet love story. I thought the passage so delicious, raw and punchy it deserved to be put down on the page, or the virtual one at least. I'm sure hundreds of other overly romantic bloggers have already done it too. This was the film that resulted in my continuing girl-crush on Felicity Jones, and after which I bought a vintage army jacket that I wore all of the following summer.