If you're wondering how a pretzel untwists its self, it is not by the curls of a lover's tongue— nor by the might of its self but by the spine of a poet's meek hands, unlacing and embracing it's curves and lines.
Julia Roberts lied to them. Richard Gere is not going to climb onto a rickety ladder, risking his life, facing his fears just to kiss their lips. He is only one man. And they are but a few