I was thrilled when I learned that the epic drama Titanic would be re-released in 3D today, April 4. Once again, we can relive the rise and fall of the ill-fated ship through the eyes of Jack (Leonardo Dicaprio) and Rose (Kate Winslet) in James Cameron's digitally remastered masterpiece.
I was 15 years old when Titanic was first released in Dec. 1997. I was enthralled not only by the magic of the movie, but by my first love sitting next to me in the theater. At that time, my high school sweetheart was the king of my world. In my mind, he was Jack — a handsome, young, intelligent and quick-witted bad boy with body piercings that any parent of a teenage girl would cringe over. I was Rose — the smart, curly-haired, slightly feminist girl from private school. We didn't have a lot in common, except for two open hearts and passionate spirits. That was all we needed.
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We met while working at my family's Italian restaurant. He walked into the kitchen while I was washing dishes and caught me singing Jewel's "You Were Meant for Me." I was mortified. "Don't apologize," he told me. "I kinda like it." His strong arms leaned over me to help me lift a case of glasses. Instantly, I loved him and we were a team.
He quickly became my best friend and confidante. Like Jack and Rose, we laughed, we cried and we had our fair share of fights. I was convinced we'd be those high school sweethearts who stayed together forever and I'd tell our love story to our children one day. Together, I thought we were unsinkable.
Eventually, our relationship hit an iceberg, as young love often does, and he lost the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at me. Even though I knew that the Titanic would sink, I still wanted Jack and Rose to live happily ever after — just like I wanted my relationship to survive. But the tighter I held on, the more he pulled away, until finally, he was gone.
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I went away to New York City for college, a part of me still hoping he'd follow me. When he called me freshman year, it was to tell me he had a new girlfriend — and that she was pregnant with his child. In that moment, our relationship finally sunk to the bottom of the ocean and I knew that our story had come to an end. "Well, at least it's not you pregnant," everyone told me, "You have your whole life ahead of you." But those words didn't comfort me. If a woman's heart is full of many secrets, mine was that I wished it had been me. Read the rest...
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