I’m No Carrie Bradshaw So I’ll Try for Mr. Big
In the first Sex and the City film, Carrie asked Big to write her a love letter. He did not know what to write so he came up with the idea of sending her love letters written by famous men until he could find his own words. Eventually, he did.
“I know I screwed it up, but I’ll love you forever.” (If memory serves.)
So because I lack both the words and confidence of Carrie Bradshaw (for now), I will follow in John James Preston’s footsteps and copy some words that I love.
“Come, my friends.
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are — —
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”