The whirling build-up of emotions that eventually would form into a disastrous tornado that leaves me empty like a barren piece of land. No hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending.
The truly difficult answers in life are answers that only you know and you can answer. Those that no one could answer in your stead. Only then, it'd be genuine, thus right.
Perhaps being single is not that bad afterall. Jamies, I know you're probably feeling this already. And I guess, its cos you dont have to worry to be played out again. dont have to think of anyone ese when youre doing something, dont ahve to keeep etting dissapointed from time to time again cos the other half isn't putting in enough effort that you expected on special occasions, no more nonsense.no more me. However some in abundance in return - freedom. Emotional freedom.
All of a sudden, the epilogue of the movie '2 days in Paris' struck me hard. I felt like part of the cast - the part at the end when the women was reciting the conclusion about life and relationships inter-twined.
At the end of everything, you wished that someone would tell you how to feel. Both of you may be sitting in the same room facing each other. But each hurting even more inside not because of the pending seperation but the fact that they knew what they were but circumstances and events have turned the table around - irreversibly damaging to the relationship. How is one ,or two, supposed to feel when they've reached a standpoint and not able to turn back? but still want to hang on because they've already become so used to each other. Then comes the part where they finally walk seperate ways, try to get over it, fool around for a while, then comes along a guy/girl who sweeps them off their feet once more and the whole cycle happens again.
That's 2 days in paris for you. or me. as a matter of fact. For once i felt tht movies are realistic. well, it was picturehouse afterall.
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