Jag och dottern har sett filmen Förtrollad ikväll. Jag, som tror på kärlek som i sagan, älskade den med varje bit av min pms:iga kropp. Hon har det inte lätt Giselle, när hon ramlar ner i cyniska verkliga världen. Jag skrattade gott åt en av sångerna som mitt romantiska sinne tog till sig:

He'll find his own way to tell you
With the little things he'll do

Does he make a private picnic by the fires glow?
That´s how you know
Well does he leave a little note to tell you, you are on his mind?

Well does he dedicate a song with words in
Just for you? Ohhh!
That's how you know that he loves you
That´s how you know