I finally had mustered enough courage to watch 50 First Date..again.
Silly of me to avoid this film just because it reminded me of you.
But it did. Really.
Somehow, doing this thing, how silly and little this action it seems to everyone, it had made a huge effect to my system.
Last night, while I was alone, and doing nothing, I had this sort of epiphany to finally test myself if I was really moving on.
And the first thing that had come to my mind is to see of I could watch this flick again.
I know, you might find it funny that I am so nervous and biting my nails off just while the dvd is being loaded into my laptop. How could Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore could scare shit out of me?
The flick was not that long, just less than two hours, but I would say that those two hours is one of the most well spent hours of my life.
A rom-com like that exorcises all the demons in me.
How ironic isn’t it?
I just found myself bawling and crying my heart out when I heard the song “Somewhere over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World”
I cried because the realization had hit me.
It is official, I could NEVER really get over you that easily.
Somehow I wonder, would it be all right if I could suffer from Goldfield’s Syndrome? To have my short memory to be wiped clean and never to convert it to long term memory?
To start all over again, every single day?
But one thing I am sure, I wish I could have the last first kiss.
