turning the tv on upon returning home from work and a good gym session yesterday, i flipped through the cable channels until i came across one which featured the movie sweet november.  'twas already at the part where charlize theron was offering keannu reeves to stay in her place for a month after rescuing two dogs from a certain place.  in any case, most of you know that this is one of my top favorite movies of all time, so naturally i stopped my channel surfing and watched it until the end.  in so many ways, this movie relates so much to me.  character-wise and story-wise, it's like metaphorically looking through my life from a third-person point of view.  granted that in real-life, there was more than one woman who came into my life as compared to just one in the movie in charlize's character, all of them have–in one way or the other–have something in common with her character.  from their being spotaneous to predictable, to their wacky, happy-go-lucky ways and being downright serious and passionate (in more ways than one).  the only thing that the story of the movie and my personal life have in common is the ending.  all that's left is the memory of a wonderful, yet non-existent form of a relationship.

i'm not much of a sucker for romantic films, but this one really tops my list.  even though i have a dvd copy of it and that i can watch it over and over again anytime i want, the beauty of what happened yesterday was that the television can give you something you'd least expect.  in this case, it was a treat.  though the ending may never change, it really and clearly shows that art imitates life.  or is it the other way around?