I saw this movie when I was ten years old. And I fell in love. With Italy. With Diane Lane. (I've been a fan since then.)
After watching this movie, I was a confirmed, bona fide hopeless romantic. And I thought I was going to marry my best friend, a nine-year-old hopeless romantic poet, who loved the Beatles, serenaded me with Lionel Ritchie and Stevie Wonder songs, and introduced me to his dad as the girl he was going to someday marry.
I thought, one day, we will go to Italy, ride a gondola, kiss under the bridge as the sun sets, and live happily ever after. Wow! I can't believe I just wrote all of that. I haven't thought about that in a VERY LONG TIME.
I guess, those are the kind of dreams that only come from the hearts of the very young.
I should really go to bed. I must be really tired.
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