Every time I watch the end of Roman Holiday, my heart breaks. I’ve seen it more than a dozen times and I love every scene, who doesn’t? I first saw Roman Holiday as an young adult, many years after I had wished Gregory Peck was my father, after seeing To Kill a Mockingbird, as a sad child of divorce in the sixties. My first impression of Gregory Peck was that of a father figure. But when I grew up a little, I fell in love with him and his character in Roman Holiday. And to this day, many decades later, I fall in love with him every time I watch Roman Holiday. I watch his face, as he lingers in the reception hall after all have left at the end of the movie and my heart breaks. Every. Single. Time.