Joel: I can't see anything that I don't like about you.
Clementine: But you will! But you will. You know, you will think of things. And I'll get bored with you and feel trapped because that's what happens with me.
Joel: Okay.
Clementine: [pauses] Okay.
She told him to forget her.
To forget anything ever existed between them.
To forget everything, just like he did in the past.
To forget.
As simple and as complex it may sound.
Simply, shift and delete everything.
Like she did in a blink of an eye.
As if, it was that easy for him.
As if, he didn't find the connection between them magical...
So, he asked her:
'Say you didn't mean anything you said'
She said:
'I didn't mean even an iota of what I said.
It was all for fun'
And he sent her a poem:
Forgive me,
If I stumble and fall,
For I know not how
to love too well,
I am clumsy,
and my words
do not form as I wish.
So let me kiss you instead,
and let my lips,
paint for you,
all the pictures
that my clumsy heart
cannot.
And.
BAM!
They both blocked each other and never talked.
And in a parallel world.
I just gifted myself a fortnight of travel break.
The break was like that hot cup of chai on a miserable rainy dreanchy morning.That works wonder for you.And now, even the thought of it makes me want to kiss my life like a lover.
I have spent so much of time in busy streets of different countries and different cities, sometimes in buses, other time in plane, sometimes under the sun,other time waiting for the sun to set,sometimes in the rain, other time running around for cover in the rain, crawling through art museums, cathedrals,canals, hogging on the doner kebabs, waffles, crêpes, falafel, gulping down coffee and hot chocolate. While at the streets cafes staying up through the night talking to strange strangers I'm sure I will never see again. :)
And I now am back...
I can't wait to buy myself a tinnnnnnnny apartment and do it up myself. I want to have all that antique finishing with Remington typewriter on the table, bookshelf filled with hardbound copies of all classics, huge grandfather clock on the wall, old gramophone on the side table and one wall adorned with black and white family photos in tiny frames and other wall by starry nights by Van Gogh and La Marrie by Marc Chagall, and a rocking chair with giant hand rest,window overlooking seashore and flower vase with tulips in it.
All this and much more.
WHY AINT I A CHILD PRODIGY WHO IS ALREADY THE CEO OF SOME COMPANY? ;(
Or, I could become a conman. No, too much effort.
The smaller the house, the bigger the heart. Very true.
Chalbye!.
