The Holiday

I vividly remember sitting in the movie theater when The Holiday came out a few years ago. Alone and broken, I sat with unexpected tears streaming down my face, my heart relating to words I understood too well …

Iris: Listen, I know it’s hard to believe people when they say "I know how you feel", but I actually know how you feel. You see, I was seeing someone back in London. We work for the same newspaper and then I found out that he was also seeing this other girl, Sarah from the circulation department on the 19th floor. Turned out that he was not in love with me like I thought. What I am trying to say is, I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell, for that brief moment, you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new and you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

Miles: That's what you’re doing here, your getting over somebody.

Iris: Yeah! This is me in good shape.

Miles: Is this the guy who sent you pages from his novel?

Iris: Yeah. He needs me.

Miles: So he stays in touch?

Iris: All the time.

Miles: So that makes it impossible to forget him; which is great for him but sucks for you.

I love this scene. Written by experience.

Brooke put this movie on tonight and I couldn’t help but watch this scene that Kate Winslet performed wonderfully.

How many times this scene played in my life? Different leading men in the role; me, left empty and feeling as insignificant as humanly possible.

Time fading … they get back in touch.