Today I went to see "Letters to Juliet" with my sister. It was nice. Yes, I know this is a cream puff of a movie. But I enjoyed it on so many levels. This movie gives me warm feeling and a little bit shiver at the same time. A good time-killer and worth a watch if you like romantic-comedy-kind-of-movie.
Well, I'm not going to talk about it. Because I'm not a good movie reviewer. So yeah, why on earth am I writing this?
Here's the reason: I'm tickled by the famous line in this movie. The line in which Claire tells Lorenzo "Sorry I'm late," for keeping him waiting for 50 years. And Lorenzo says, "When we speak about love, it's never too late."
Now, speaking about "too late" I want to share a beautiful poem by Charles Bukowski. Enjoy.
there are worse things than/being alone/but it often takes decades /to realize this/and most often /when you do/it's too late/ and there's nothing/worse/than too late.
When it comes to feeling, true feeling, deep down inside. Sometimes, we fool ourself. Too hard to understand. Too hard to admit. Too hard to believe. We were too afraid to take the right step. Until we realize, it's just, too much, too little, too late.
Ps. If you are too confused to take any step and decided to wait.
At least, just wait until it's ALMOST too late.