I watched Casablanca for the first time today. It’s a good movie. The thing that it most made sense to me in that movie is difficult to explain. I won’t try to hard too anyway. But it changed something in me. I was in love once. Almost everybody who knows me knows who it was with. It didn’t work out, for various reasons. It wasn’t really like Casablanca, infact it wasn’t at all like Casablanca, she was never in love with me. But we had something. Then it was over. I did what any guy did when he is heart-broken. Drank like hell and tried to forget that it happened. But life doesn’t really work out that way. I was sure I would never fall in love again. But I was wrong. I haven’t fallen in love if that where you think this is going. Don’t really have any girl in my life right now to fall in love with. But what I realized is that I could fall in love again. Sooner or later it will happen (I hope). And when it happens I won’t look back. People see Casablanca and interpret it in a million different ways. This in a twisted way is my interpretation. Love can happen again given the right person. I am waiting for mine...
