What is love?
Is it the motor of
our society? Is it the blood that runs through our veins? Is it a least real?
For decades humans
had this need of shearing their life with one person, THE ONE, for decades we
opened our hearts to someone just as unperfected as ourselves, some of us finds
THE ONE, others just crash trying. Is it worth the try?
This
is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew
up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This
belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total
mis-reading of the movie 'The Graduate'. The girl, Summer Finn of Shinnecock,
Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parent's
marriage she'd only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The
second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing. Tom meets
Summer on January 8th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been
searching for. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront,
this is not a love story.
Most days of the year are
unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in
between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life… February 16th
was a Thursday, I had an accident, I lost my car, I had to travel that day to
another city for school stuff, it sounds impossible doesn’t it? After many
tries I got there, that night I went to a party, he was there. One week back he
was in another country, but that night he was there. What if I never traveled
there? What if I was going to another place? What if he didn’t come to this
country?
After
days and days I looked at the stars, he was there, right by my side… I wished with
all my soul to be alone, in that moment I knew how small we are, how stupid
this is, how great can get, how big I am but in that moment, If i had learned anything... it was
that you can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event.
Coincidence, that's all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence... i
had finally learned, there are no miracles. There's no such thing as fate, nothing
is meant to be. i knew, i was sure of it now. I walked intoxicated by the
promise of the evening. i believed that this time my expectations would align
with reality...
It is
hard for some people to show their feelings; they are close to their own opportunities.
Year by year it gets harder to humans to speak, to say what they feel, to be
true. Think about it. Why do people buy cards? It's not because they want to
say how they feel. People buy cards because they can't say they feel or are
afraid to. You know what? I say to hell with it, at least let them speak for
themselves. Right?
