It Was His Love That Saved Me

I want the rest of the film to be as delightfully foolish as we were that night on that midnight stroll – when we were talking about going to Paris at just anytime because money wouldn’t be a problem, when we were dreaming big and beautiful and crazy. I want the rest of the film to see us lie on the grass of a garden on a sunny day, watch the leaves flutter on the trees, look up and give silly names to the clouds, and I want it to see us stargaze and embrace the majestic silence of a summer night.…