i hate the lake house for making me feel melancholic. i find it so hauntingly beautiful and disturbing that it gives me a sharp twinge everytime i see a poster or hear the song used in its trailer.
it is valentine’s day; there are places teeming with love right now. but there are places that are unforgiving, crammed with people drifting in mid-air, completing somersaults in their very own circus, taming no one.
someone fascinating said i am too much of a writer; it’s like saying the ocean has too much water. thus, i lose important people because of this. but this i quote: “if you have a minute why don’t we go talk about it somewhere only we know. This could be the end of everything, so why don’t we go, somewhere only we know?”
Who knows, if we go to that place that has no name nor landmarks surrounding it, we might just as well be on the same page, in the same planet, on the same crest of wave, way back, way before we started losing almost everything—snatches of songs, medallion memories, gift-wrapped words—piece by piece.