Yesterday, I watched the most beautiful movie, What Dreams May Come, with Tamara. It's one of the few movies I've watched where the main characters actually felt like they were in love. It also has a great artistic bent to it, and the visuals of the movie are sublimely captivating.
And if you're a sap for romance, like me, then you'll groove on the story, which is, in part, that of a man who dies and then reaches back to his wife through her painting.
What would happen if the love of your life left? Would it be as though all of the oxygen had left the room?
It was tough for me while Tamara was gone... I'm joyous that she's back.