I watched Jim Carrey’s “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” this afternoon on HBO. The movie triggered some things in me that started the waterworks again. What I will always remember:
Me, on the second stair, suddenly collapsing internally as my world folded inward. Him, leaving his anger, resentment, hurt on the sofa where he was sitting and rushing over to me, catching me in his arms in a protective hug. As I sobbed incoherent things and my mind started shutting down in a spiraling loss of everything except for the pain, he pulled me up, forced me to stand against him, still surrounding me with his arms and chest, covered my hair with kisses as he said over and over, “No, no, come back, I’m not going to lose you to this. Come back, come out of it.” It was all very What Dreams May Come.
*sniffle*