Sleepless in Seattle: When the Heart Had Its Own Frequency

Some movies aren’t for when they premiere. They’re for when they finally hurt… or for when they never stop hurting. I found it by chance. As a little girl. One random afternoon, alone, flipping through TV channels no one watches anymore. And I stayed. Not because I understood it, but because something in its tone spoke a language I didn’t know yet. Over time, it became a ritual. A film for cloudy