So, I have free HBO for the first few months that I have cable here... just like I did when I first moved to Brunswick Apartments. And, of course, they play the same movies over and over again... just like 10 years ago, when Moulin Rouge! was on rotate and a certain 21-year-old beautiful boy was sprawled out on my floor while Tara and I sat on my couch, watching it.
Tonight I passed over Happy Feet 2, Game Change, and Knight and Day (American Psycho wasn't playing tonight) to watch Crazy, Stupid Love. Yes, Ryan Gosling, your abs DO look like they're photoshopped. Good movie, overall. And, of course, another thing hitting home about the choice I should've made... or should make. I don't know how to take it. I'm so back and forth on the whole issue. Part of me just wanted to go out and buy the dvd and mail it to him. But, how certain am I that he'll even watch it, let alone listen to anything I say or read anything I write? So many emotions during a very emotional week. So, the theme of the movie, which is repeated throughout:
You should fight for your soulmate.
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