After seeing The Holiday yet again I sat in my silent house tonight and realized why I desperately believe in fairytales...these obnoxiously cheesy, yet purely crisp and honest words crossed my mind:
It’s there, in the very moment I let myself be that girl in the movies, the only dialogue a slight English accented whisper, that I can literally feel my heart in my chest. It’s in the pieces of make believe that I feel most at home within myself.
