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Love Yourself: What to Read When Your Heart is Broken

12 March 201816 August 2023

Whoever thought I could get hit with a broken heart?  I started off this year all gung ho about my new mission this year: TO LOVE MYSELF.  The first eleven days were fantastic.  I focused on my health, my mind, my body and just doing the things that would bring me joy.  I reminded myself with each change I was making: you are doing this because you love yourself.

Then I got hit with a massive snowball that knocked me flat on my ass in the middle of the snowy dirty sludge of a New York City gutter.  Ok…maybe it wasn’t that bad.  But the fact remained, someone had broken my heart.  And it took me three months to realize that.

First of all, I was being forced to say goodbye to someone I did not want to say goodbye to.  Well, I say forced because that is what it felt like.

We were not in any kind of romantic relationship, but we had a very special bond that people always spoke about.  Everyone said they had never before seen the kind of relationship like we had.  We worked very well together as a team.  He changed me for the better.  Most of all, he inspired and challenged me to be better than I am.

He tapped into that part of me that strives to be better (i.e. the tagline for this site), gave me the tools I needed and guided me to becoming a better version of myself.  This is the only person I’ve met in this lifetime that has done that for me.  He is my perfectionist guru and because of that, I think the world of him.



Unfortunately, all great things have to come to an end.  As we were saying our final goodbyes, he said something to me…a lie.  And for anyone that knows me, they know that they should never lie to me, because the entire truth will come forward.  I will see the truth.

The lie was a little lie.  Nothing bad.  He must have heard my boss say this, because we have this type of relationship he was describing.  I did not have this type of relationship with him.  He tried to use an example and that’s when I saw the truth.  His heart was finishing the story.  I realized he was in love with me.  Then I saw how the universe had been conspiring for the past few months.  I looked at him and asked myself: now that I know how he feels, how do I feel?  I realized I felt the same way.

And just like that, he broke my heart.  You see, he was leaving that day.  Never coming back.  I was left devastated.


Come the next business morning, I had a meeting with my boss.  We got coffee and beignets, sat down and talked about what happened.  He wanted to get to the root of why I was so devastated.  I had absolutely no idea why I felt this way.  So many people come and go in my life.  Why was this one so different?  I mean, I was really messed up!

Sitting there talking to him about this, it seemed like we were in couple’s therapy, trying to improve on our relationship.  We talked about why I was so devastated, but I did not actually tell him what happened.  You will not believe what he did next.

He picked up the pieces of my shattered existence and started putting me back together by inserting himself in the place where the other person had left a hole in my life.  For that, I am lucky I have him.  He is the first person I’ve ever met that refused to let me go through this alone.  We became closer because of it.

Three months later, I realize what happened that day…my heart was broken.  And I was not okay with that.  How can someone just open up the door to my heart, pull on my heart strings and walk right out?  I mean, what did I do to him for him to be so cruel?

I meditated about this and asked God to help me get back to the person I was before this happened.  Help me to heal this broken heart and get me back on track to my goals I planned for myself.

The next day, he let me know that this devastation was about a broken heart.  So while I was perusing the upcoming book release database, I noticed a new release called “How to Fix a Broken Heart” by Guy Winch.  And surprise, surprise, the psychologist works in Manhattan!

When I bought the book, another book popped up in the recommendations called, “This is Me Letting You Go” by Heidi Priebe.  I bought it immediately, because that is exactly what I needed to be able to say.

I binged the books over the weekend and here is what I learned.

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How to Fix a Broken Heart

You may know that feeling when someone leaves that you need to keep in contact with them somehow.  You text, call, email…anything for some recognition from them that they are not completely gone.  Guess what, kiddies?  That is an addiction.  You are going through withdrawal.

While none of the cases mentioned in this book had anything to do with what I was going through, it still explained some of the psychological patterns people experience when they go through a loss.

Here are some points I took from the book:

  • To heal from a broken heart we have to first stop making things worse.
  • What makes letting go so challenging is that we need to let go of far more than mere emotional pain – we need to let go of hope, of the fantasy in which we undo what went wrong, of the psychological presence the person or pet has in our daily thoughts, and thus, in our lives.  We need to truly say goodbye – to turn away from love, even when there is no longer a person or animal there to receive it.  And we need to let go of a part of ourselves, of the person we were when our love still mattered.
  • Numerous studies have found that recovering our sense of self and getting in touch with our core is a crucial variable in our ability to heal from heartbreak.
  • Recovering from heartbreak always starts with a decision, a determination to move on when our mind is fighting to keep us stuck.  The battle ahead requires courage and determination but also knowledge and awareness:
    • We have to fight the addictive tendency to keep those whom we have lost in our lives, whether via memories or reminders.
    • We have to rebuild our self-esteem by practicing self-compassion.
    • We have to recognize the voids that have been created in our lives and take steps to fill them.
    • We have to reconnect to our core so we can get back in touch with the essence of what makes us who we are.
  • Our heart might be broken but we do not have to break with it.

Especially relevant is mention of an interesting study of how devastating a broken heart can be to a person.  They concluded that the pain from a broken heart is just as intense as subjecting your body to extreme pain (10 on a scale of 10).  So that pain you feel in your heart is the equivalent of your body feeling like you are in extreme, excruciating pain.  Interesting study, to say the least.

After I read this book, I felt that I was probably one step closer to healing.  Maybe I was ready to move on towards letting go.



This is Me Letting You Go

Based on the title, you would think this book is about telling someone to fuck off, because you are letting them go.  I am sorry to say…nope.  This is the perfect book to read to get you back to who you are, to really, truly heal.

This book is a collection of short essays the author wrote to help her get over the various degrees of letting go.  The most important lesson to learn in all of this is to learn to continue loving that person even though they are no longer in your life.  You were loved and you loved them in return.  It is a wonderful feeling, but you also have to learn to let them go when it is time.

People are in our lives for a reason.  They can be here for a short time or they can be here for the rest of your life.  You don’t know how much time you have with someone, but when the time comes to let them go, you need to let them go.  But let them go with love.

Here are some of the wonderful points I got from this book.  Not everything is just about healing.  Some of the words are just beautiful and loving, including learning to love yourself.

  • To love without expectation, you learn to appreciate what’s there. Other people are not ours to own or rearrange or expect things from and the more anticipation we pit onto others, the more we let ourselves down in the end.  All we can do is appreciate who we have when we have them, and let them go when we do not.  To lend our hearts like vacant hotel rooms: celebrating others when they come in and letting them go when they leave.  Understanding that at the end of the day, all we can do is refuse occupancy.  But we cannot force anyone to stay.
  • To love without expectation you have to be okay with yourself.  Okay with opening your doors, spreading your arms, baring your heart and understanding that not everyone is going to be gentle with it.  You have to know that you can recover from those aches, that you can heal your own wounds, that you can trust yourself to walk away from the situations that do not grow or aid you.
  • Need for others to accept you, to validate you, to tell you that you’re good and worthwhile and strong.  And if you can do that for yourself – if you can live up to your own expectations and desires, then the need for other people to do so disappears.
  • Take a chance on me.  Because the timing’s always going to be wrong and the stars are never going to align but I would break every clock in this city and I’d shut every star down from shining if it meant that for one afternoon we could cast all that aside and give in.
  • Take a chance on me – because tomorrow the Universe could collapse in on itself and this city could disintegrate to ashes and the sun could burst into a thousand disjointed rays and goddammit if I am going to die never knowing what it feels like to have your lips on mine.
  • I have been promised too many forevers to have much faith in them anymore so instead I’d like to offer you right now.
  • Through every twist and bump in the road that threatens to tear us apart I will choose you with the ferocious certainty I’ve felt since the fist time I ever laid eyes on you.  I’m not worried about falling out of love with you baby, because I never fell in.  Loving you was a waking, conscious choice and it’s one that I’m going to keep making until the day my heart stops beating.
  • You have to show up to your new life, your new world and your new way of doing things, no matter how painful and raw it all feels.  You have [to] face forward toward the future you hadn’t planned for and the life you didn’t know that you would lead.  You have to stop showing up to the land of used-to-be’s and could-be-stills and show up to this world.  The one where it hurts.  The one that’s unfair.  The world that is here, because it’s the only one you have left.
  • To learn from people you’ve lost and to embrace the people that you have left.  To embrace the life you have left.
  • And maybe this is the Universe where I learn to not need you anymore.
  • We want to capture it and hold it between our palms forever – not realizing that we have to let it go for it to mean anything at all.
  • Maybe anyone worth loving is worth loving inconclusively…to allow yourself to love someone with everything you’ve got – and then to fully and completely let them go.
  • This is me knowing that we’re going to grow old.  That your life is going to be huge and important and chockfull of love but that it’s all going to transpire without me.
  • I want you to take whatever crooked, twisted path you need to take if it will lead you towards your dreams.  This is me letting you go.



What I Learned

In the second book, “This is Me Letting You Go,” I noticed that there is more than just one love being talked about that I did not consider before.  There is the love from the people around me, helping me get through this.  My friends express their love in their own ways.

Especially my boss, doing something like picking up the pieces from my shattered existence and trying to put me back together again, that is love.  All I wanted to do was yell at him and tell him to leave it.  Let me sweep it up and throw it in the trash.  Except, he would not let me do that.  He picked the pieces up for me and tried to be the person I needed after suffering this loss.  What boss does that?  Most would just tell you to get your shit together.

This one, though, I think he knew what he was dealing with before I even knew.  For that, I am thankful I have such a wonderful person in my life.  That is love.  [I also realize he may read this…just know, I appreciate what you’ve done for me.]

You see, love is not always just romantic love that leads to intimate relationships.  Sometimes it is the love of family, friends, bosses, even complete strangers.  They are all part of the process of helping you to heal.  I am thankful that the Universe has been conspiring all throughout to help me get through this.

Go With Love

As mad as I am that he left the way he did and could not leave like a normal person, I realize maybe I really did need to know I was loved.  And I needed to confront the truth that maybe I loved what he did for me in my life.  He made me into a better person during the short time he was in my life.  Even though I live by the motto that when you find someone that inspires you to be greater than you are, you never let them go.  This time, though, I had no choice but to let him go.

I need to let him go with love.  My life was amazing with him in it, but sometimes you have to let guys like him go so he can go change the world.  You cannot keep him forever.  The world is calling for guys like him to help change our world.  He has a bigger fight to fight.

Right.  Did I mention he is perfect?  Yeah…he is one of those guys out fighting the good fight.  I’m not joking when I say that.  He really is.  That is why he left.  And I am proud of him.  I just kind of wish he left without pulling my heart strings on his way out the door.

These two books helped me to let him go.  The point where my broken heart healed is when I realized I needed to let him go with love.  Letting someone go is never easy, because it creates a finality of the moment.  Sometimes when the moment is so amazing, you don’t want it to end.  That was the case with me.

Letting go with love means that you don’t stop loving them.  You just let them go so they can chase after their dreams.  You can’t stifle someone’s journey in life.  Wish them the best and give yourself fully while they are in your life.  There will always be a part of them you carry inside your heart; and there will always be a part of you that they carry within themselves.  Let that be the love that is carried along in your separate journeys in life.

That is how you let go.



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The Moments that Bring Us Back

19 May 2017

We walk through life trying to go from one day to the next.  For some, it is easier than others.  There are those that put life on auto-pilot, becoming accustomed to having a normal life just like everyone else.  Then, there are the ones that struggle every single day just to make it through the day.

Yesterday was a sorrowful day as we learned that the world lost an incredible musical talent, Chris Cornell.  For those who grew up during the grunge era, bands like Soundgarden, Nirvana, Stone Temple Pilots and Pearl Jam were very much a part of our everyday soundtrack.

I mentioned to Jimmy Murphy that Audioslave’s “Like a Stone” reminded me of a time in my life that I never wanted to go back to.  It was a moment in my life where I had one of those AHA! moments.  Murph wrote this piece on what Cornell’s music meant to him and sent it to me.  The one sentence that caught my attention was this: “But what moments like this do, is they trigger our memories and bring us to certain chapters in our lives.”

I told Murph that I thought about writing something about that moment, which I was reluctant to do.  He told me to do it.  So here I am.

“Like a Stone” is about death and living.  From the first note until the last, you can see the brilliance of what made Soundgarden and Alice in Chains such incredible bands.  Cornell has this magic of telling his tale, wrapping his voice around your heart by pulling you in, keeping his audience completely mesmerized by the spell he is weaving with his voice.  That is what makes him so magical.

If you’ve read Mitch Albom’s “The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto” you’ll understand what I mean by magical.  Music has this ability to create legendary creatures like Prince, Michael Jackson, Mozart, Beethoven, Scott Weiland, Kurt Cobain and Chris Cornell.  They don’t just create music, they create magic within their music.

In this particular chapter in my life that I am writing about today, the song “Like a Stone” was playing on the radio back in 2004.  I was standing in my cottage in Indianapolis listening to it, when I all of a sudden came face to face with everything that was going on inside of me and realized I deserved something better.

Working for the government, getting crap for pay with a student loan payment I couldn’t afford, barely able to afford food, I knew I had to change my financial situation.  I was battling with a rocker over the things that were not said between us.  He broke my heart, acted like a jerk about it, but kept reeling me in only to throw me away again.  I was drowning in the emotional misery he was putting me through.  How can I try to be his best friend when he lied to me from the very beginning?  I closed my wounded heart to him and he kept pecking at it over and over again, trying to rip the wound open.  He was destroying me inside.  He was the first guy I fell in love with after losing my soulmate back in 1994.

Which now brings us to Kevin.  He is the one that broke me.  He took part of my soul with him when he put a bullet into his heart.  In the exact moment he died, I felt a part of my soul rip from me.  My mind screamed his name and I had no idea why until the next morning when I found out he committed suicide.

You don’t ever get over losing your soulmate.

I spent my college years walking through life as a ghost.  I felt half empty and completely lost.  Everything I envisioned for myself, I buried with Kevin as they lowered him into his grave.  I did not know who to be or what I wanted out of life.  Life literally had no meaning for me.

Those couple of years I wound up back in Indiana was rock bottom for me.  Sure, I had a well respected career both in the government and outside of it.  I was in the papers every week.  People wanted to work with me from one project to the next.  I had the respect of my community.

I had all of that and it did not fill that emptiness inside of me.  I felt nothing.  There was no exhalation of a job well done after each event.  It was just one thing to cross off the list and move onto the next.  I did not take joy in any of my accomplishments, because all I could see was my sorrow.

I hung out with a lot of bands and musicians during this time in my life.  I would help them out however I could just so I could get on their guest list, because I couldn’t afford to pay to see them.  I tried to support my friends by driving all over the place, even flying to California for the biggest gig of their life, because that is the person I am.  I may have struggled to pay for all of that, but I found a way, sometimes doing whatever side jobs I could get my hands on.

Believe it or not, there are a few songs out there about me from this moment in my life.  I think the best one was from Josh Holmes.  I heard he never plays that song live.  As one of his fans put up on his site, “Whoever that song is about, she must have been someone wonderful.”

The song is about our breakup.  It was about how he had fallen and how I had broken his heart.  I never told anyone what happened.  They just knew we broke up.  That song though, is about that final conversation and how it changed him into a better person.  As we were breaking up, he threatened me and said that I would come back to him just like all of the other girls did.  He could hear me crying through the phone when I said, “You’re wrong.  I’m not coming back.”  [That’s the part of the song where he says, “Who was I to sit there and make you cry and think you’d come back to me.”]

He learned the hard way.  I never came back.  He became a ghost to me.  He opened for a very famous act one night months later.  I was there because I was asked to be there for the main act.  I was hanging out with the band when he came over and sat right next to me.  I pretended like he wasn’t even there.  And yeah…that moment made it into the song.  The band was well aware of what was going on.  I remember the lead singer remarking on how guys should never piss me off.  He said it was so blatant someone was trying to get my attention and kept looking at me and I pretended like he didn’t even exist. [“Until which time I became a ghost, without ever knowing why.”]

And don’t think this ex didn’t try to start a fight at another gig.  He said something horrible about me to the rocker he eventually lost me to and a fight almost broke out.  It was probably the absolute worst time he could have said something to him, because we weren’t in a good place at that time.  It was right after I found out about the girl he was hiding from me.

The song Josh wrote is called “Grounded” from his Table 4 One album.  [You can find it on streaming services just about everywhere.  Download it.  Help the guy make some money off of that song.  It’s really good.]  Our final conversation to each other was the conversation that made him think about what I had said and why I was walking away.  I left him so he would learn to become a better man.  I was teaching him a life lesson by breaking his heart.

 

Getting back to the other rocker.  We never got past the lie.  One of his friends ratted him out.  She told me everything.  It was difficult trying to move forward when we felt so strongly about each other.  But the fact remained that one of us had been wounded.  The next year was a roller coaster.  I tried to keep my distance, but tried to be a friend when he needed me.  He would call me out on reeling in my feelings when he knew there was more there.  He would get frustrated with me when he’d call me at my office.

I was planning on moving to California and he was apparently following me, but that’s not how he worded it to me.  I was always planning on going to Cali.  I told him that when we met.  After a few months, he told me ‘Surprise, I’m moving to Cali, too!’  It was nice knowing that I would know someone there.  I had no idea he told his friends that if that was where I was going, then that was where he was going.

I think if he had told me the truth from the beginning, my fate line would be very different.  I would probably be in California right now instead of New York.  The lie was difficult to stomach.  I didn’t speak to him for three months after I found out.  He kept his distance, and I eventually forgave him.  But then he tried to spin another lie with me in it.  I knew the truth now, but the other girl didn’t.

To this day, he still writes songs about me and still sings songs about me.  Out of all the girls, I’m the one the songs are still about.  The ones in recent years have been a bit mean and nasty.  Even the bootleg stuff makes its way to me and I sit there like…you son of a bitch.

He can blame me for leaving all he wants, he just refuses to take a moment and look at what he did that caused me to leave.  “Like a Stone” is what gave me the courage to look at all of this bullshit in my life and decide that I deserved a better life.  I stood in my home that day realizing that if I did not leave, this man would destroy me.  I could not keep going back and forth with him on this roller coaster ride of emotions.  I needed to be lost in a sea of people where he had no presence so that I could heal.

Getting over him was not easy.  It took me eight years to get over him.  That was eight years too long.  It’s funny that when Death was knocking at my door, telling me to rid my soul of things I should not take with me when I die, he showed me this guy.  This guy that hurt me worse than anyone had ever hurt me.  He told me to forgive him, but more importantly to forgive myself for hurting him because I left.

That trip to Italy in 2012 was one of the craziest trips I ever embarked upon.  Not so often do you feel Death following you around everywhere.  After I received Death’s message, I began to see the life I should have had…that life with him.  That cafe in Positano…I should not have been eating solo.  I should have been enjoying Italy with this man.

But it was that day in 2004 that I made the choice I made.  I realized I couldn’t do this life with this man anymore.  I had to escape.  Thirteen years later and I can honestly tell you that I still do not regret leaving.  I left for ME.  I made the decision that day to do something for ME.  I was going to save myself.

Around this time, I read Oscar Wilde’s “The Picture of Dorian Gray.”  I saw myself as Basel, and the rocker as Dorian.  I saw that if I did not escape, I would wind up just like Basel…completely destroyed by the one I loved.  The crazy thing though is that I never wanted to love this guy.  It was just something that happened.  I knew from the beginning he would end up hurting me.  But you can’t tell your heart who to love and who not to love.  It just loves, no matter how much you tell your heart, ‘he’s going to destroy you.’  It doesn’t care.

Do I regret falling in love with that guy?  No.  Thirteen years later I realize that he had to break me the way that he did.  He may be the guy I’ll love until the day I die, but I will never forget how he hurt me.  That is something I knew he would do from the very beginning.  I just could not prevent the heartbreak.

What that heartbreak did for me was push me in the direction I needed to go in my life.  It put me back on my path in life.  It helped me to find myself and the person I had lost so long ago.  It taught me to love myself first and damned if I would ever let anyone get that close to me again.

That heartbreak will lead to some fictional book someday.  Maybe.  Or maybe it will help my readers understand how each female character survives in the end and why she makes the choices she makes.  Sometimes choosing love, you have to choose wisely.  I chose to love myself, not him in the end.  He was careless with my heart, ergo he had no right to it anymore.

I read “The Heart” by Maylis de Karangal recently.  I picked it up knowing it would lead me to some unanswered question about Kevin when I came upon it.  It was the story the mother was telling of a boy who loved a girl.

“They used to stay up late, talking into the night while the house was asleep, and maybe they would even whisper I love you, not really knowing what it was they were saying, only that they were saying it to each other, that was what mattered, because Juliette – Juliette was Simon’s heart.”  

It reminded me of my moments with Kevin and how we stayed up late talking about everything.  He let me into his world, teaching me about skateboarding and bands like Nirvana, Alice in Chains and Soundgarden.  We would talk about life.  We would talk about death.  We would talk about Heaven and Hell, religions of the world. We would talk about God and angels.  But never did we talk about what was happening in his home.  He never told me about the beatings…those bruises that he told me came from a skateboard mishap.

“Black Hole Sun” became part of our soundtrack.  A book on Vampyres wound up in my personal library a decade after we buried him.  And a Dragonfly would become the symbol of us and who we’ve become as we walk along two different sides of the veil…a symbol of things to come and to remember who we were.

“The Heart” brought me back to him, remembering the day of his funeral and his mother telling me, “You have no idea how much he loved you.”  In “The Heart,” the mother ponders if Juliette will ever love again after her son dies.  I never felt so connected to Kevin’s mother until I read that part of the book.  I wondered if she ever pondered that same question about me.

Kevin put a bullet into his heart in the month of May in 1994.  Chris Cornell also died by his own hands in the month of May in 2017.

Reading about “The Heart” and knowing how Kevin put a bullet into his heart and reading how “Juliette was Simon’s heart,” I realized the symbolism in all of this and it made me sad.  I was his heart, yet he put a bullet into his own heart.

Over these last 23 years, I learned to love Kevin in ways I never imagined anyone could love someone.  He’s not even here, but I think of him every single day and love him just a little bit more each day.  If I am his heart, that means it is still beating and it still beats for him.

After listening to Soundgarden, Chris Cornell and Audioslave all day yesterday, I left the office ready to walk into that mess that is Times Square just a few hours after a doped up idiot ran his car into a young girl, killing her and injuring 20+ people.  Just as I stepped out onto the sidewalk to join the passerbys, a gigantic dragonfly came right up to me and then flew off.

This is Manhattan.  Dragonflies are practically non-existent in the city.  To run right into one after all that happened yesterday, I knew something was up in the universe.  That dragonfly is a symbol of me and Kevin.  I was so flustered as I walked down the street, lost in what just happened when I saw my name written on the sidewalk.  I’ve walked by this spot a million times over the years and I have never once seen my name written on the sidewalk.

I knew this meant something.  The universe was trying to get my attention.  I looked up what the symbolism of dragonfly meant and this is what I found: The dragonfly, in almost every part of the world symbolizes change and change in the perspective of self realization; and the kind of change that has its source in mental and emotional maturity and the understanding of the deeper meaning of life.

That moment Murph mentioned that we come back to…it brought me back to my two loves in life and the love I ultimately chose.  I walked away from the misery and chose to save myself.  I chose learning how to live without my soulmate.  I chose learning to love myself.  I chose to let go of a world that was destroying me in order to find a better life.  I found a better life and I don’t regret the decision I made.  It hurt me more knowing that I hurt him, but I had to do it in order to save myself.

Maybe one day he’ll write a better song about me.  Maybe he’ll forgive me one day.  I just hope he found the silver lining in my leaving, because it is what it is what it is.  Who knows?  Maybe one day we can move past the lie and try again.  I don’t know what the future holds, but maybe that dragonfly was a sign of things to come…a change for the better.

 

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The Greatest Love Stories

4 May 200916 August 2023

love_in_the_time_of_cholera_wallpaper_6_800Ok, everybody..don’t kill me for asking this, but I need some help with a summer project I’m working on.

I’ve enlisted a couple of friends to help me, but I thought I would see if by posting something this would get more responses.

I was Googling the ‘greatest love stories of all time’ and came back with ‘Wuthering Heights’ as number one. Of course, I’m sitting there thinking…WHAT? That’s got to be the absolute worst book of all time. I wouldn’t even call it a love story. Love turning into evil…that’s not a true love story. Why in the world would some great library say that love turning into evil is the greatest love story of all time?

Forget Romeo and Juliet.


Perhaps some guy thought ‘Wuthering Heights’ up just because he was obsessed with some chick that turned into a bad ending…and that’s why it hit #1 on the list.

So I’m not using ‘Wuthering Heights’ as a model this summer…thank you very much.

Let me explain what I’m looking for in this project…

I am looking for the most inspiring love stories in book or movie format…especially stories that talk about FATE/DESTINY. “Serendipity” with John Cusack is a good example for the movie category.

I’m starting on “Love in the Time of Cholera” later this week when I finish “Dreamers of the Day” (a historical novel based in 1918-1921 about the days of Lawrence of Arabia and Winston Churchill).

What books/movies inspired you and made you think that love was worth it all? Or books/movies that made you sigh thinking…WOW…

You can post the comment here or email me at: msmichellekenneth@yahoo.com.

And guys…come on, there’s got to be a good one out there for you. My brother swears by “Notting Hill.” Well, at least the soundtrack. 😉 And right after I wrote that…my brother calls me to ask me if he sounds like he’s high when he talks on the phone. Brothers…




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