Contradict me if you must. There's more to it than two people falling for each other, that inexplicable emotion drawing them closer and sheltering them from the big bad world. It's all in the mind. It begins there, but does it quite end?
Can you or I judge it, without knowing it once? Without having been bound and enslaved by it? How is it possible? Seems quite fantastic, doesn't it? Maybe it all began somewhere in this very same lifetime, maybe we crossed paths, loved each other, let go and let forgetfulness mar our love. Maybe, we are so sure of love because we've known it, been safe in its arms before. We erase the memories over and over again, thinking we'll create something new, something better, with another half on a clean new slate. But the irony is, we are drawn to each other wherever we go. We meet as strangers, part as strangers. Create new memories and fall in love with each other everyday. There's no other way. It's always you and me. Every single story. Times change, places do, but it is always you for me.
I'm selfish that way, wanting something that keeps me happy. The moment i feel it's less than perfect, i'm off, to find another perfect haven. But no matter where i go, no matter how many times i erase you from my mind, every stranger i love turns out to be you. You are my fate. The destiny i've never believed in. And nothing can change that, or our love. Maybe that's what love is meant to be, an imperfect abstraction between perfect strangers.
P.S. 1: Check the tags, people. It still won't make sense. :D
P.S. 2: So, will you watch the movie now?
After this dismal, scary review, i guess not! Sigh. And if you hate the movie, don't shoot me!:D
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