The film rolled in its flickering of black and white. They just sit there watching, tears in their eyes, their family, their memories, their life. The picture moving fast, changing. A young couple, Walking down the beach, Holding hands, In love. A small child growing between them, soon a family feel moving in strong. Happy times. Then their grandparents, a couple still much in love, now just watching their children and children’s children growing up, growing old. Life on fast-forward, caught on film, old and flickering, through break-ups and death, but in life and all the way through, one couple constantly in love.
The whole thing like a flower, growing, blooming, then withering and dying, but in the end it’s still a flower, beautiful in its own way. Like love in the end, it’s still love.
