the following exchange from a movie has always resonated with me, it makes me think that perhaps there’s a common language we all speak with our hearts.

f: “let me ask you this:   if you were to choose between marrying a lover and marrying a friend, who would you choose?”

m: “i would marry my soul mate.”

f: “who is it?”

m: “he’s the only man i don’t have a picture of, i don’t even know his name. i was in paris, and my latest love affair was over.  a stranger sat down at my table and ordered me some cake while i cried into his handkerchief.  before long, i told him about my broken heart, then he told me about his poetry and his thoughts on love.  the afternoon became night, and i knew he had somewhere else to go, but i found myself asking him to have dinner with me.  he said, ‘look, i already have a dinner to go to, with my wife.  this is what i wrote today.’ and as he left, he gave me one of his poems.  read it.”

young lovers seek perfection.
old lovers learn the art of sewing shreds together
and of seeing beauty in a multiplicity of patches.

i honestly don’t know if i would choose to marry a lover or a friend.  i think part of me is still waiting for my soul mate.


Okay, what movie is that from? I remember those lines!

Posted by Janna on 13 December 2008 @ 4pm

it’s from the 1995 flick ‘how to make an american quilt’

Posted by heatherdyan on 14 December 2008 @ 12am

I married my friend.

My lover’s course was already charted before we met, and it was too late to go back.

One of them quite possibly is my soul mate.

In one case I may be too blind to see, in the other I may be too scared to admit.

Or maybe I’ve never met him. Maybe I never will.

Posted by heartatpreschool (Kari) on 16 December 2008 @ 12am

kari, wow. your words gave me chills — simple yet profound. i can’t thank you enough for sharing them.

Posted by heatherdyan on 16 December 2008 @ 10am

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