Henry wrote this to Clare:
“Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.”
No. I have not read the book “The Time Traveler’s Wife” by Audrey Niffenegger. But I saw the movie last night with Renz. For a non-convert, and seeing the name Brad Pitt as the executive producer, I knew there’s something to look forward to its seemingly intimidating sci-fi like theme. It turned out that this chrono-genetic disorder was explained in simple terms better than my muddled understanding of POS systems. The movie presented Henry and Clare’s life in a neat sequence of two individual timelines merging in the end. (Huh? He he.) It left an impression on me the way Benjamin Button did – how the love of a man does transcend time and space and how a woman keeps all those little secrets in her heart. I think writing down the chronology of their dates would also help understand the entire sequence better.
I will buy that book. I’m ready to fall in love and cry.
