AHHHHHHHH SO EXCITED
Leo. Carey. Isla. Tobey. This movie. I can’t.
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Love has been presented as overrated in every romantic comedy since 1987. They apply a certain whimsical sadness to the whole ordeal making it seem as if love is a feeling you get when you see the star quarterback walk through the dim halls of a high school straight out of Mean Girls. The end of every romantic comedy begins with someone vomiting all of their emotions on to the other individual (usually situated in an airport or some other location where they can haul ass to nowhere land if they so pleased) that once expressed, receives the ever present googly eyes and an “I love you too”……cue the final kiss. If love was that easy and that ridiculous, I and every other individual in this planet, would be set for life with his or her soulmate. This isn’t about me being cynical because… I’m really not. I do believe that there is love in the world (as expressed through every number one hit on the charts… except for fucking adele. Depressing adele.) I just believe that it’s more natural and less calculated than a romantic comedy formula. Of course, this “love’misconception is not limited to just movies. Books (I blame Nicholas Sparks) nowadays do the same thing. So if you feel slightly more cultured and decide to read books picking up the newest raunchy paperback from Barnes & Nobles, expect flat out lies. Nothing can be trusted, except for me of course.
Love is not bad, love is wonderful, but it also doesn’t hit you like a truck because your damsel in distress is going to an interview in Washington D.C to escape you (How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days if you’re wondering). Love is an evergrowing process that stems from two basic roots.
One, sex. Yes, sex. I said it. The basis of some love is lust. What I mean is, that wonderful passion you feel for your significant other because you guys are polar opposites and “opposites attract, guys!”, that’s a form of lust. You like the blood pumping arguments about Tarantino being a better director than Kubrick (sorry, pretentious reference… check). You like the fact that you’re uneasy about absolutely everything in the relationship because you have no idea what the fuck is going on in the other persons head (SUPER ATTRACTIVE), and that turns you on. Hence, the best sex of your life and…. a desperate need to continue with this person that you can’t even have a decent conversation with. This sounds sad and desperate, and in a way it kind of is. It’s like that guilty pleasure movie you have you know is god awful (mine is The Invention of the Hot Tub Time Machine), but you watch it three times in a row anyways. You need one of these. Sometimes, you marry one of these. And in a sense you’re happy… I guess. There’s obviously something there… It’s just very basic.
The second root is friendship. What? Blasphemous! How many girls have you heard say “oh no… we’re just friends.. he’s like a brother to me!’(not only is that the most degrading thing in the planet, it’s also ridiculously gross.) No, I’m not talking about that… sort of. I get along swell with two people. My mother, and my best friend. That’s about it. The rest of the population can form a glob of blurry memories as far as I’m concerned. And it’s not because I don’t care about them… It’s just they don’t have that connection with me. This is the same with Love. The biggest and most powerful loves derive from a level of comfort and familiarity with your partner unparalleled to any other relationship beforehand. They don’t necesarilly have to have the exact same interests as you, but they stimulate your interests, and you geniunely care about theirs. You talk about everything, even the stuff that’s too uncomfortable to discuss with 97% of the population. You form a certain bond in which you can communicate through just a look, remember important facts about them because you actually want to, understand their moods and how to handle them. This is obviously learned behavior the longer you are with the person, but more often than not it comes almost naturally because of the friendship that you both share. Throw in a splash of sexual attraction and comedy (because being funny is a requirement always) and you have every old couple in the history of the universe.
Love isn’t something expressed only through words or even through actions.. Love is a certain feel, a certain silence. It’s that moment when two people realize that they can’t live without the other, not because of some weird circumstance where they have a job offer in Turkey. No, but because they know that that person has changed them forever… and for the better. Love isn’t about how many roses you give or how many grand gestures you make (although those are always nice), it’s about that feeling you get when you see them and they automatically grab your hand like it was molded to be placed there in the first place.
Love in itself is a Meet Cute. It doesn’t need hollywood’s flourishes.
Expectations
Reality:
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What you did to me, I quietly walk, the canvas of my former in to my current hollowness
Marked with the brushstrokes of a fallen genius
Cursed by the emptiness of the moment and circumstance
Surrendered to the depths of my own arms
To catch me as I fall in to the pit you’ve enveloped me in that I did not choose
Lovers will be lovers until slowly they become sadness
And then they are left only with the question
Looming like a threat through the frosty words that snarl in a silent fight
You have the sort of hands that slip through my hair
I feel safe
But suddenly there’s what you did to me
In silent words, in hidden glances, when I find myself almost on the verge of jumping away from your grasp
I remember what you did to me, and there it is again, sticking out, stronger, tighter, coiled to my chest while my heart stops working and my hands struggle against it
And yet.
There it is again, the way you laugh
The silent ones mean the most, because your eyes light up and I see the barriers unfolding
Just behind them I see you as I see me, and I see where you have been and where you will go
But just as well, you did what you did to me
And I cannot take it back because I do not want to, even though it binds me
And you do not want it back, because it was a gift, and you’re not the type to give freely
But still, I hold you accountable, and I wish you to drop
To feel the feeling as well
As though you are no longer one piece
All the pieces of you, shattered, taken and put in to one another in different sequences
Pulled and tarnished and thrust around like nothing
And I so humbly laid them out with the naïve thought they would be taken care of
That moment, when it comes
Is so strong and shaken, my knees went weak and I felt this wave of the unknown
I was scared because you didn’t guide me through it
What you did to me
I had to venture alone, and it was as if slowly my heart was expanding
And rising through my throat and pushing through my feeble blockades
It didn’t want to stop and I did not know what to do or how to feel, or who to tell
But all I wanted was to feel it more
The lost, the crazy, the devastating blow that I thought I would hate
The reality was so much scarier, words do not describe
The feeling of being completely and utterly bound to this
Captivated and imprisoned to this
Voluntarily
The reality was so much better, words do not describe
The euphoria that pumped through every moment of my being
The lack of care, of time, of place
The loss of every single thought except for the one that pounded on my skull for recognition
And I was left, completely unarmed and bare
Stripped of every time I tried to hold off and hide
There I was, there was nothing I could hide because I was no longer just me
I was a correlation of every feeling
My palms sweaty and tired, tired of fighting it
My eyes glazed over with the thought of just one more moment
One more sentiment running through the course of my veins that would make me burst
I felt as if I could not hold it in, as if everything had finally lined up together
As if I had been waiting for this all my life and yet, I had not known
Like hearing the first bow of a violin hit the string of the orchestra of your life
As if before this, I had just been practicing
As if before this, I had just been pretending
What you did to me
I will not forgive
I will not forget
And I will never take for granted
You made me love
What you did to me
Was make me see for the first time
What you did to me
Was make me happy to be alive
And to be alive with you by my side
