I am deeply amazed by the monologue at the beginning part of the movie The Holiday. It is beautifully written and perfectly narrated by Kate Winslet. I've found it both touching and intereting, and I am more than willing to share with you all.

Shakespeare said, “Journeys end in lovers meeting.” Oh, what an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have never experienced anything remotely close to that, but I’m more than willing to believe that Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives.

It was Shakespeare who also said ‘love is blind’. Now, that is something I know to be true. For some, quite inexplicably, love fades. For others love is simply lost. But then, of course, love could also be found, even if just for the night. And then there is another kind of love: the cruelest kind, the one that almost kills its victims. It’s called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other, but, what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of the one-sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded, the handicapped without the advantage of the great parking space. Yes. You are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years, the absolute worst years of my life. The worst Christmases, the worst birthdays, New Year’s eves brought in by tears and Valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I’ve been cursed being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh, God! Just the sight of him, heart pounding, throat thickening, absolutely can’t swallow--all the usual symptoms. "