I felt the heartache of love on film for the first time from you, Barbara.

I felt the heartache of love on film for the first time from you, Barbara.

I loved a man and still do. He no longer lives. He holds my hand. He makes me angry. He laughs at my mistakes. He has famous friends. I am ready to celebrate the love I feel. I am ready to love him without naming him. I am ready to commit my life to what would have been his. I am the widow of youth and tragedy. I am toxic love that wakes you and quakes you. I am the smile no one understands. I am the smirk made famous by a lover who clings tight. After one simple night - I am his and all he stood for and stands for. He is the best and the worst. He is my soul divided. Help me tell my story.

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Ofcourse my reference is to The Way We Were. Politics, individualism, human rights and the bothersome kid in the corner. What happens when we fall in love with the opposite of society's digest? In the end - I will tell you - culture, the moon, dust and fire have no rule over what a soul decides.

can it be all so simple then or has time rewritten every line
if we had the chance to do it all again
would we?
could we?
Memories = may be beautiful and yet what is too painful to remember
we simply choose to forget

so it's the laughter
we will remember
whenever we remember
the way we were

or Time has come again and love is with the wind

Jill, a great tribute to THE WAY WE WERE. Is it possible for you to re-edit your post, though, and spell Barbra's name the way she spells it? The only "a" letters in her name are the second and last letters. There is no middle "a". You'll find most fans are pretty sensitive about it. Smiling