listening
to benjamin button's soundtrack music, it always brings some sort of
sweet melancholy for me, puts me in a mood, illustrates the eternal
story of an eternal love, yet incomplete, and would never be complete.
the music ended when we had to finish our chat, the so called, real ,
but silly excuse of " I have to go sleep for work tomorrow" but I
couldn’t till a later time. Due to many reasons, but he was one of them, or the most obvious one of them.
I thought I won’t be able to love someone again, especially in that
awful stage in my life, but it seems he brings some positive energy in
me. I don’t like him for doing that, I rather liked him for being him,
for what he is, for how vibrant he shows around himself, for being free.
maybe I envy him, but in a nice sort of a way.
His smile, the
confidence he shows somewhere deep inside him, something that is making
him a real person, doing what he thinks is his right.
I dreamt
that we first travelled to England, yes, of course London, we had a nice
trip together, what was nice about it, not just that we were alone with
one another, but that we were spending the day unnoticed although
surrounded by many. no one made notice of how different we are, in age
or in shape, maybe if someone to look at us in any given moment, would
have saw two kindred spirits, two free souls, two artists, two people in
love and on their own.
I dreamt we got married, yes! out of
all odds, we did, being a very weird couple in a very normal society, we
decided to leave. To London of course, again the music was inspiring me
so much that I saw us raising 3 children of our own, teaching them to
appreciate art in all its forms, be whatever they want to be, not what
we want them to.
The fact that he inspired me so strong to the level where I wrote this piece, is very crucial to me, yet very alarming.
I woke up sensing a tear about to spring out of my eyes, I remembered, my heart can’t afford another love story.
The music of the eternal never complete love.
