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At the end of
Brief Encounter, no matter how many times I watch it, the moment when he puts his hand on her shoulder and gives her a quick squeeze and walks out the door I sit at the edge of my seat and hold my breath. I watch her run outside, and I always hope that he will have missed his train this time. I hope that this time he will be standing there waiting for her to come after him. But he never is.
I think that is why I love that movie so much. I love it because, even though I know how it ends, it makes me hope it could end differently. Every time. Without fail.
It is perfect.
(In case you were wondering, I bought myself the all new special edition for xmas, that is why I have been watching it again. If you don't own it already, buy the special edition. Totally worth it.)
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