I'm thinking about Love Through a Prism
I’m thinking of the scene when Lili returns to Japan and later learns that Kit died. That episode and the next are shown in black and white. It’s a beautiful representation of her feelings during the time.
Of how her world lost its color without him in it. When she finally sees color again, it’s when he shows up in Japan actually alive and the first things that light up are his blonde hair and blue eyes.
It’s beautiful beyond the fact that he was her color but also that even on the precipice of marrying Shin, nothing else had brought such color into her life. And despite that, she didn’t immediately choose Kit.
It was so sweet when Kit then gave her a sketchbook filled with all things he had seen. Despite the longing she felt, she let him board his boat back to England.
The next scene shows him holding a ticket intended for her to come with him. It was heartbreaking and warming all at that same time.
That after 5 years, he had waited for her and wanted to take her with him. But when he learned she was to marry Shin, he made no comment. He chose to let her live in peace instead of disrupting her new found life.
When she and Shin decide to break off their marriage and pursue their own goals, even then, she and Kit were still apart. It isn't until another year and a half later that they finally unite and acknowledge the color they bring to each other's lives.
I found the seemingly endless push and pull and long waiting game to be so breathtaking. Across oceans, time, and the trials of life, their love that was so gentle and refreshing continued to shine through it all.
When they finally admit their feelings to each other, they use so many words, but none of them were “I love you.” I felt like that in itself was so powerful.
For them, the knowledge that they brought color into each other's lives was more meaningful than those three words. Kit tells Lili that the landscape is nothing without her. She in turn tells him that a world without him was a world without color.
He then tells her that her being there fills the world with colorful hues and that it’s the color he needs. That it’s always been her. Those words to me are far more meaningful than just, “I love you.”
It brings me to question just how important “I love you” really is and if it’s enough. If it adequately encapsulates the feeling of love itself.
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