50 First Dates...🎧✩°｡⋆⸜

Entry #1

It's odd that 50 First Dates is viewed by some and they walk away calling it a 'horror movie.' To me, stories built on such foundations possess a virtually hypnotic draw. Henry Roth lived a whole lifetime—a tangled web of routine and dreams—before he encountered Lucy. But day by day, he brought her to love him all over again, compressing the wonder of coming together into hours.

Even when apart, she was bringing him into being—waking each morning compelled to paint his face, to hold the shadow of a person her mind could not encompass consciously. She sang only on those days he appeared beside her, as if singing were a muscle memory, waking up beside him. There is no fear in that. For the first time in years, there is—beyond doubt—a whisper of something new. A new memory. Someone whose spirit extends past the boundaries of her condition.

Lucy's love for Henry is not only deep; it's ongoing, always being replenished, an energy that compels her to plaster an entire room with photos of a man she must recover anew every day. Her love for her daughter is no less intense—she wakes every morning to the innocent thrill of motherhood, to warmth and joy unbroken by yesterday's forgetfulness.

If that is horror, then horror is just the fear of being too much. Maybe they just call it scary because true love—untamed, unrelenting, and enduring—is the one thing they fear the most.

Human beings are not scared of losing memory.

They're afraid of love.