Walking home from Memoirs of a Geisha with Ms. Movies, we crossed the street in front of Timbuctoo's girl. She must have been driving home from I don't know where. I saw her eyes, but the car was too red to be her's so it wasn't until it was too late to wave that I realized who it had been. Trick of the light, I guess....though deep in my heart I wished it was because she was driving a different car.

Memoirs of a Geisha weaves a beautiful story about love. About commitment to an ideal and suffering to serve it. And when Sayuri gives up, finally let's go because she believes all is lost, that is when she finally wins her prize.

And it has a beautiful subplot about an honorable man who deserves Sayuri, but whom Sayuri can never love because her heart is already committed.

Everytime I see her eyes I feel as though I am the devil and for moments cannot believe that I would ever allow myself to be the ruin of her happiness. And yet, I wish and hope for it against my will every night, while fantasizing about how I will see that it will never happen.