I caught a little bug on my last plane ride and have been feeling ill and uncomfortable for nearly a week. Last night I really wanted to get a good night's sleep, so I took Tylenol PM and popped "Love Story" into my laptop. So, with dopey eyelids and the lulling notes of Bach and Mozart, I watched a film that came out the year I turned five. My mother and grandmother loved this movie so we had the soundtrack playing on a continuous loop on the hi fi when I was little, and I remember watching it on television at some point in my early childhood. Tears refilled my eyes as I watched Oliver and Jenny fall in love all over again, but I really had to chuckle before I fell asleep at the memory of a conversation I once had with my grandma, who apparently had just seen the film.
Me: I'm sorry, Grandma.
Gram: Love means never having to say you're sorry.
Me: But I am sorry.
Gram: But love means you don't ever have to say you're sorry.
Me: But what if I feel sorry?
Gram: Love means you don't have to say it.
Me: But what if I want to say it?
Gram: When you love someone and they love you, you don't have to say "I'm sorry."
Me: But what if you really are sorry?
Gram: Someone who loves you would know and understand and you wouldn't have to say it.
Me: But, wouldn't they know that I want to say it?
Gram: But it's not necessary. That's what love is.
Me: But I want to tell them that I really am sorry.
Gram: Love means never having to say it.
Me: Isn't saying "I'm sorry" a lot easier than saying "Love means never having to say you're sorry"?
Gram: Go outside and play.
Me: ... I'm sorry.