la vie en rose

did i say that correctly? i remember the line from Sabrina, one of my favorite movies of all time. the song goes...

Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me, Heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak
Angels sing from above
Every day words
Seem to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose


I thought that love was just a word
They sang about in songs I heard
It took your kisses to reveal
That I was wrong, and love is real


Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me, Heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak
Angels sing from above
Every day words
Seem to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose

she (sabrina said) only in paris where the light is pink does this song truly take heart. la vie en rose is a belief in the bright and beautiful things that life has to offer.

during a conversation with my TBT team mates (which has as of yet become a running joke at how i am a charlotte and everyone else is not), it was made known to me how everyone (in our team at least) saw me as someone who saw life through rose-colored glasses. who believes in true love, in matches made in heaven, in love with all the trimmings.

in all honesty, who wouldn't want to? when you are enduring the worst of days, don't you want to at least try to cling on to something that will give you hope; that will help you course through the agony?

yet, despite my fickle belief in the pink pretty life of love and being in it, i somehow also get the feeling that while i believe it exists, it does not ring true for me.

god this month was horrible. what with everyone around me pairing up and taking oaths of forever in front of god and mankind. me having to sit through weddings and couples holding hands, and being made to go on set-up dates with third cousins and other reincarnations of "the legal relatives". it is enough, dare i say, to turn a charlotte into a cussing cynical miranda.

sometimes, all that shiny hope becomes too tiring to put on.