Aaaandd... readysetleap. Photo courtesy of Peonies and Polaroids.
So my friends and I saw a movie today. It's called Love and Other Drugs. They should have maybe named it Love, Loads of Sex, and Other Drugs Plus Jake Gyllenhaal is Dang Fine as there was waaaaay a ton of too much skin/gettin' it on. But it's a grungy, film-ish-y movie with a point to prove.
Because she has Parkinson's disease. He doesn't. He's perfectly healthy.
But this guy falls in love with her anyway. Despite the warning signs to turn and run, that she's gonna eventually not be the walking/talking/laughing young woman she is. And this girl cannot figure out for the life of her why he loves her past what she is.
For a girl that's lived more than half her life around cues, dress rehearsals, and curtain call, that made perfect sense.
Go. Love. NOW.
"Go into the world and speak
the Gospel to all creation..."
As in, today.
Yes, I just went from Jake Gyllenhal to the Gospel. But I've never been one to think in a straight line. #rightbrain. And now that everyone's convinced that I read entirely too far into things (hey, I still argue it's debateable), Imma hit the hay.
Blog title courtesy of Bruno Mars' legit new song, "Marry You."