500 Days of Summer. Or how I am able to connect my life with every movie I see.

So I'm sure by now you've already read a gazillion reviews of this movie, forwarded quotable quotes to your friends either thru SMS or Facebook walls, reblogged more than a dozen Tumblr posts (of quotes and photos), downloaded wallpapers and songs from the OST (or even the movie itself, thanks to torrent) and even the script (I got mine, thanks to Peppermint Kiss. Buzz me if you want me to email you a copy-Ü), bought skirts, dresses and ribbons (or you're prolly waiting for payday to come so you can do so, like me LOL), imagined yourself with a fringe, and (if you're me) watched it again. My friends, if you don't know what I am talking about, then I would suggest (just for your general wellbeing) that you go to the nearest cinema and watch this:

500 Days of Summer

I was not really supposed to write about it anymore since too much of a good thing is not uh, good, but since I said here that I will, now I am :D

I will spare you a summary or plot synopsis because that is what sites like imdb and Wikipedia are for. If you haven't seen it yet I am sorry but methinks this post will be chockfull of spoilers (and information you won't find helpful if you don't have any idea what I am talking about) so if you're cool with that then please continue reading but if you're not, then please see my advice above (hint: it's in Bold typeface). ;)

From the moment the narrator said, "This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know up front, this is not a love story." I was transfixed. What followed is about 93 minutes of a helluva good movie that hit closer to home than I would have anticipated.

Watching it is magical, at least for me. It was like seeing my story in the big screen, I was floored. You see, (now this is where it gets a little more personal. I am opening my heart so please be kind to me.) I am in Tom and Summer's situation. Yes, am, as in the present. And as much as I would have loved to wear her dresses, I am not playing Summer's role here. Yes, I am playing Tom's role, and have been for the last, what, 9 months (I didn't realize it is already that long!).

I have this special friend who I was in a "relationship" with for quite a while. I put quotation marks because he asked me to be his girlfriend and all but it was like a steady date only, no formal meet the parents stuff. Then, he did something really bad, and I did not talk to him for five months. Which is bad because we work in the same office (in the same team, even!). Then, our friends/ teammates intervened, so we reconciled last February. The thing is, the "relationship" sorta creeped in again.  We do everything together! We eat together at work, text all day every day, watch movies together, get in fights, and basically everything that real couples do. Let it be said that uhm, before we got together the first time I actually broke up with my boyfriend of three years and a half for him. And now, I think I am ready for a serious relationship. The problem is, when I asked him about it he said it is something he is not yet ready for, but if he is to be in one then I would be the girl. I said okay, but at the back of my mind I was reminded of a Cosmo article I read, that "it's not because it's not the right time, it's because you are not the right girl." Ugh. On the other hand, (this is really cheesy but hell I am still going to say it) he makes me feel different, alive, better. My bestfriend Jerome constantly nags me about my affection for this beloved but what can I do? I am inflicted by love, sweet sweet love!

But here,

Summer: I like being on my own. I think relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We’re young, we live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world; might as well have fun while we can and, save the serious stuff for later.

I mean, she kinda has a point, right?

So do I stay in this? Am I strong enough to be there for the long haul? Will he wake up one day and realize I am the best there ever could be? Or will he wake up and just move on to the next? What if this happens:

Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew.
Tom: Knew what?
Summer: What I was never sure of with you. 

In that case, I will be like this:

Yikes! I am already 19 23, I should know better, right? But then again sometimes I think being in this kind of relationship is nice as well as we don't need the labels to validate what we have. Yep, just like what Summer said. Ugh. I have all these questions in my head, and sometimes I just want my pink, glittering heart to go on AWOL. If only I can send my heart on a forced vacation as well, yes? If you would be so kind as to leave a comment, please don't be too harsh as he might read them x_x Or maybe you can email me at kristelann.cruz@gmail.com instead? LOL.

Whew. This is actually the first time I wrote everything down in a blog post that is open to all readers (a majority of which I haven't met personally)... And it felt good. :) Sorry for this long post.. If you have made it this far, I salute you, and I am blowing pink kisses your way!

Love is a beautiful thing. I agree. Heck, love might be the most beautiful thing in the world of beautiful things! Love may make you cry buckets and tear you apart in the worst way possible but it is worth it, it is always worth it. Love is beautiful indeed, but for now, what I found beautiful is the way the writers and director were able to capture all of these emotions in one very fine film whose DVD once released will surely make its way on the collections of every person (who still believes in love because it's not like it's Santa Claus) in the whole world. At least I will make sure I get a copy.

Images from Google Search.

*This is my 11th of 30 posts for the 30-Day Blog Challenge.