So I’m currently swathed in numerous quilts, afghans and down comforters, surrounded by crumpled tissues and old tea mugs, and attempting to recover immediately from a cold that has been coming on for a few days now. Needless to say, it isn’t fun stuff. To pass some time and “rest up”, I popped in the latest movie that magically appeared in the teleported at the end of my driveway; you may know this as a mailbox. Anyway, back to the movie: (500) Days of Summer. Hm. Thoughts…I’ll be honest, those are few and fuzzy at the moment, but I’ll give it a go. I think I’ve watched too many of these films; you know what I mean, too many of these films that tell us that they know what love is. Especially the ones that tell us that they don’t know, because anybody who is anyone knows that you’re supposed to read between the lines, and that they really do think they know it all. Love is a good looking guy falling for a thin, blue-eyed beauty who has to stand on tip-toe to kiss him. I don’t know about all of you, but at 5’9” with a medium build and brown-as-mud eyes, this “love” isn’t in my future. The sad part is, this depresses me a bit. Maybe it’s just the cold, because I’m generally not like this, but I feel very alone for the first time in a very long time (in near and relative terms. I’m young. This means about five months, tops.). I think that the worst thing that can happen to someone in one of these moments is for them to think of someone.
No, not anyone. Someone from the past. Someone who wasn’t anyone because because because (I always have a million reasons for everything). Summer used the sweet, sensitive, searching Tom. This isn’t made okay because she found love and he finds a new love interest. Nope, she’s still a shmuck. Feelings are tender, and no matter how many children’s poems you write, words hurt. That’s why I think I love them so much—words are power. Words are power. Say it aloud and feel the strength. The word that everyone shrinks from in earnest is ‘love’. The simplest and most dangerous of all four-letter words, this can make or break a heart. Sometimes, this word doesn’t have to be spoken. Summer said it in a million tiny ways. It didn’t have to roll off of her tongue, it didn’t have to take her breath, it didn’t have to be forever. Those millions of ways lied. Tom was not innocent of this either, because what love that is true dies after 500 days? It’s true. This movie makes me sad, because I’m sorry for Tom, and I’m even sorrier for Summer. Tom will always have someone he’s pining after--he loves love. Summer won’t. Summer will always be the hurt little girl who found her power in chopping off her long, dark tresses.
Me? I’ll stick to words.
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