Here I have another reason why i love this movie/ Aca tengo otra razon por la cual amo esta pelicula.

"I have found almost everything ever written about love, to be true. Shakespeare said ‘Journeys end in lovers meeting’. What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that but I'm more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I'm constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said, ‘Love is blind’. Now, that is something I know to be true.
For some, quite inexplicably… love fades. For others… love is simply lost. But then, of course, love can also be found. Even if just for the night. And then, there’s another kind of love. The cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It’s called unrequited love. Of that, I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But, what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of the one-sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones. The walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space. Yes, you are looking at one such individual and I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years. The absolute worst years of my life. The worst Christmases, the worst birthdays. New Year’s Eves brought in by tears and Valium. These years I’ve been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I’ve been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh, god, just the sight of him. Heart pounding, throat thickening, absolutely can’t swallow…”

I don't know if i'll be able to deal with this...It's just so hard


"no one ever said it would be this hard, oh, take me back to the start"

There's one thing i know... love hurts, even if you're not the one in love...

Christmas Eve

Silly of me who thought I would meet you under the mistletoe..

Quizás no fué el tiempo ni fué el momento
no tiene lógica el argumento
a veces la vida es así
tan cerca estuvimos alma con alma
tu piel con mi piel quemó toda la calma
aún no pudimos concebir que el hecho de no actuar
y no abrazar lo que era nuestro
fué el error que viviré para siempre
¿Cómo sería? ¿Que hubiera sido de mí
si ese día no te hubiera dejado partir?
¿Cómo sería besar tus labios cada amanecer?
poder perderme cada noche en tu querer
¿Cómo sería?

Por culpa del miedo o del abandono
sinceramente no sabía como
apostar un beso contra la eternidad
quizás soy la culpable de este destino
y sé que hoy no haría lo mismo
no te dejaría escapar

el hecho de no actuar y no abrazar lo que era nuestro
fué el error que viviré para siempre
¿Cómo sería? ¿Que hubiera sido de mí
si ese día no te hubiera dejado partir?
¿Cómo sería besar tus labios cada amanecer?
poder perderme cada noche en tu querer

¿Cómo seria soñar sin sentir dudas?
¿Cómo sería respirar sin desesperación ?
¿Cómo sería jamás preguntar quizás?
¿Cómo sería. . . ?

Part from one of my favourite movies: "The holiday"
Miles: Why do I always fall for the bad girl?
Iris: you didn’t know she was a bad girl
Miles: I knew she wasn’t good…(she gives him a cup of tea) Do you have anything a little bit stronger? (she gives him water) Thank you. Let me rephrase this: why am I attracted to a person I know isn’t good?
Iris: I happen to know the answer to this… because you’re hoping you’re wrong and every time she does something that tells you she is no good you ignore it and every time she comes through and surprises you she wins you over and you loose that argument with yourself that she’s not for you..
Miles: Exactly. And on top of that there is the old stand by: “I can’t believe a girl like that would actually be with a guy like me”. You know what she said to me tonight? She said she finished in Santa Fe after two days and has been staying with “whatever his name was”. Which means she’s been right here in town. Which means when I spoke to her this morning on her cel and she said: “I’m looking out my window and it’s snowing”, she was in Santa Monica! What did she do? Go to weather.com? That must have made them both scream with laugher… and in the meantime I sent her Christmas gift to Santa Fe yesterday. I stood in line at FedEx to make sure she got it on time. Haa… classic, right? Look I don’t want to ruin your Christmas eve, you don’t have to listen to this.
Iris: It’s ok…I like the company… So, how about some food? Shall I make us a little Christmas fettuccini?
Miles: Sure…
Iris: Listen, I know is hard to believe people when they say “I know how you feel”, but I actually know how you feel. You see, I was seeing someone back in London. We worked for the same newspaper. And then I found out that he was also seeing this other girl, Sarah from the circulation department on the 19th floor. Turned out that he wasn’t in love with me like I thought… What I’m trying to say is… I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can ache in places you didn’t know you had inside you… and it doesn’t matter how many hair cuts you get or gyms you join or…how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends… You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood… and how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, how ever long “all that” may be, you’ll go somewhere new and you’ll meet people that will make you feel worthwhile again… and the little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fussy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade…
Miles: well, fuck. You need this more than I do… That’s what you’re doing here, you’re getting over somebody?
Iris: yeah… but this is me in good shape…
Miles: Is this the guy who sent you pages from his novel?
Iris. Yeah, he “needs” me.
Miles: So, he stays in touch?
Iris: ALL the time…
Miles: So that makes it impossible to forget him, which it’s great for him but sucks for you.
Iris: ha, you see how great your life is compared to mine?

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true...
All I want for Christmas
Is you...

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you...

You baby
I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
You...

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me...
Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking forI just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want him for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is
You...

"...If you smile through your fear and sorrow,
smile and maybe tomorrow you'll see the sun come shinning through, for you...
Light up your face with gladness, hide every trace of sadness,
although a tear maybe ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worth while
If you just smile..."