My family and I (excluding my father, as usual) are going to see Transformers 2 on its premiere, which is two days from now. We’re going at the very first showing, which begins at 00:00 2009-06-24. Really, even though my two little brothers are only eight and seven. It’s their first time going to a movie on “premiere night.”
Megan Fox is so hot. We were talking about her body, which led to, “Mom, you’ve come a long way, but you can’t call your self beautiful just yet.” And then she went on about how Angelina Jolie and Megan Fox are beyond most women’s league… “Those two should star in a movie together,” she said. “Making out” was my reply.
I’m so happy when my father’s not around. Just so happy… Damn our dependence on his income. If only…!
For the past few days, I’ve been watching this movie over and over again. It’s called… I’m hesitant to name it. The last thing I want, aside from my death, a sudden war, et cetera, is for yet an other label to be slapped on me yet again. Saying I don’t like disagreements is an under statement… Oh, the movie was so beautiful and realistic. It had so many little wonderful details that truly made it a snap shot from 1945 Holland to me. And the two leading actors were great, really superb. I was really touched by their performance, and not many things touch me. One of them, I believe he was twelve or thirteen during shooting… He must be at least twenty-eight by now. I’ve been Googling him, but I can’t seem to find him any where! It’d be terrible if he wasn’t alive right now, I think. He was so talented and charismatic, and he was honestly beautiful. His grey eyes, beautiful face, flawless porcelain skin, honey blonde hair, sculpted body, and lovable ears… Not to mention his lips would give Angelina Jolie a run for her money! That boy was a doll. What does he look like now?
That movie really touched me on a personal level. I all ways connect to the characters of a well written movie, but their thoughts as they struggle with life’s obstacles I usually never under stand. But now, as I reflect on my self, I under stand why this movie moved me so much. Your closest friend being taken away from help less you, the anxiety, the fear, the loneliness… Of course the movie moved me. But to think a movie that was so tangible even existed! And now, I can’t bear to watch the ending of that movie. I just can’t. It may be only a movie, but to me, it’s just too close to home.
Even now, long passed that incident, when my father’s around, some times… Some times I think about my own friend. I wish, no, I pretend he’s here. Even though he never was… But he was, I swear! Those hugs, that voice, those eyes, the warmth, the talks, our memories… How can I, of all people, say he wasn’t real? I can’t forget the smiles and the love and the happiness. I just can’t. And if I did, I would’ve lost my sanity and even my life long ago.
Our love was Platonic, but even so, I don’t think I will ever fall in love. There’s only one person for me, and he never existed, and never will.
