excellent. your story is great because it is so true.
A movie of Robert Bressonís showed a yacht, at evening on the Seine,
all its lights on, watched by two young, seemingly poor people, on a bridge adjacent,
the classic boy and girl of the story, any one one cares to tell. So years
pass, of course, but I identified with the young, embittered Frenchman, knew
his almost complacent anguish and the distance he felt from his girl. Yet
another film of Bressonís has the aging Lancelot with his awkward armor
standing in a woods, of small trees, dazed, bleeding, both he and his horse
are, trying to get back to the castle, itself of no great size. It moved me, that life was
after all like that. You are in love. You stand in the woods, with a horse,
bleeding. The story is true.