I watched this movie for the first time tonight. I had a feeling that the beginning was going to end up being a flashback (of sorts), but when it got to this part I thought to myself, "are they making up their own memory of the time they met?" I told myself yes because it reminded me of the time Henry and I were going to make up the story of how we got back together. We ran into each other at Forecastle Fest, it was awkward at first. We didn't talk about what had happened between us, but we were talking like we had never stopped talking in the first place. He kissed me goodbye at my car, parked on 2nd street, and the rest is history. Except that isn't a real memory. The real story isn't one you tell people because they wouldn't understand. The real story is only real and great and emotional for me. I prefer the real story because it's real.New
