I have watched the movie before, I had anticipated the story, yet when I read the words, when I saw the love unfolding, I couldn't hold back my tears. "The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. " -- the author was right from the beginning. Summer love, long separation, return of the bride-to-be, passion and obligation, disease, again separation, but all overcome by the everlasting, devoting love.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this good-bye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.
When I look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived. And I know I have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understands, we've been forced to say good-bye.
I would love to tell you that everything will work out for us, and I promise to do all I can to make sure it does. But if we never meet again and this is truly good-bye, I know we will see each other again in another life. We will find each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we've had before.
There's more...
"You are Hannah, a lover of life, a strength to those who shared in your friendships. You are a dream, a creator of happiness, an artist who has touched a thousand souls. You've led a full life and wanted for nothing because your needs are spiritual and you have only to look inside you. You are kind and loyal, and you are able to see beauty where others do not. You are a teacher of wonderful lessons, a dreamer of better things."... "Hannah, there is no reason to feel lost, for: Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, No birth, identity, form--no object of the
world, Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;... The body, sluggish, aged, cold--the embers left from earlier fires, ... shall duly flame again;"
