While my friend and I were wandering aimlessly (it wasn’t 100% true to say aimlessly, but it turned out to be aimlessly anyway after I had grabbed the foundation primer and tinted moisturizer) in the shopping mall, we passed by a cinema and the thought of watching “500 days of summer” came to me.
This isn’t a love story, as said, but it is a story about love.
This movie is a narration of what happened between Tom and Summer in
500 days, not from day 1 to day 500, nor from day 500 to day 1, but the
narration jumps back and forth in different days. Despite so, you will
be amazed how cohesive it can be.
This is not a love story, or at least not the fairy-tale-love type in
which Tom and Summer love at first sight and hurdle all the obstacles
in the way and live happily ever after.
This is a story about love:-
Love is when you try to interpret, or misinterpret, his/her every little causal immaterial insignificant remark.
Love is when you find/thought love is a reciprocal one and you feel like you are singing and dancing in the street.
Love is when you try to convince yourself of his/her beliefs though you know, at the end of the day, this won’t work.
Love is when you see the need to sort out what kind of relationship you
two are exactly in, or to put it simply, you see the urgency for him/her
to acknowledge you two are lovers.
Love is when you try ruthlessly to reconcile the two opposing views of yours.
Love is when you try to figure out why he/she tells you our
relationship doesn’t work out but the reasons, if there are, remain
shrouded in mystery.
Love is when you try to align your expectations and reality, but it is doomed to failure.
Love is when you find his/her birthmark resembles a heart, but when it’s gone, it resembles a cockroach.
Love is when you are all by yourselves, the whole world falls apart and you feel like dead men walking.
Love is when the love is gone and you feel like you are going to stab a knife in your chest, but you get over it and move on regardless.
Love is when you have flashbacks, you realize the reasons why your relationship can’t work are already there.
Love is when this second you believe you are in heaven, in the next second you are in hell.
Love is when summer goes, autumn comes.
Love is so cliché, but we can’t help obsessing with it.
p.s. This hits me that maybe I have the genius to write love poems? hm... I get goose bumps even at the thought of it.
