Ode to Slumdog Millionaire

It has taken me nearly a year, but I have finally seen Slumdog Millionaire.
And it was beautiful.
I don't care about the unrealistic happy ending.
Just that they were happy.
And more importantly - they danced.

I even felt the need to get off my couch and dance with them in celebration.
I felt that good.

And now I never want to see it again.

There is this thing with enjoying a film so very much... where I fear another viewing just in case the sparkle dulls.
When my smile is not quite as wide.
When the pause in my breath not quite as long.

Which route to take when something touches you so?
Use it over and over or keep it safe? Intact.
A diamond memory.

Let's not consider the inevitable senility.