Practical Magic (1998)
Sandra Bullock, on her perspective on happiness, to Entertainment Weekly
I can’t sleep and my husband’s all cocooned in our warm bed fast sleep. So I pulled out my FRIENDS DVD collection. Now, here I am trying to finish my November budget report while season 2 of FRIENDS is playing and I can’t concentrate on my report. I know I should stop watching cuz this report is due in a few hours and I haven’t had more than 2 hours of sleep, but damn, FRIENDS is fun to watch.
Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clenches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plently of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real."