Happy Valentine’s Day, lovelies! ❤
I’m not the romantic sort. Never have been, which is weird according to my friends.
I’ve just never been into the mushy love stuff. It all makes me uncomfortable, which brings me to the point of this post. 🙂
Many years ago, I read Shopgirl, a novella written by Steve Martin. Yep, that Steve Martin. I loved the book so much that I was thrilled when it was made into a movie starring that Steve Martin.
It’s been many years since I last watched the movie, but it’s currently playing on HBO so I watched it when I was out with the flu. The entire movie is sweet, but I relate to Steve Martin’s character, Ray Porter, much more than Claire Danes as Mirabelle Buttersfield. The ending of the movie brings me to tears every single time.
I was that girl who never allowed herself to fall. Ok, correction.. I was that girl who never allowed herself to ADMIT to falling. In love.
I’d never admit it until it was too late. Sometimes that was a blessing in disguise. Sometimes I lost what would have been great loves because of my stubbornness, or fear. Or both.
It was both.
At 2:02 is where I most relate to Ray Porter, and at 2:06 is where I really lose it when the camera pans to Mirabelle’s face. I’ve seen that face. I’ve even been that face. I don’t know which is more painful.
I think you’ll like the novella and the movie.
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all.