I have never been let into someone's inner dialogue before. Especially an inner dialogue that resides in a member of the opposite sex. So it was all too special for me when my boyfriend asked me to watch his second favorite movie of all time.
How does one get used to being let in?
So there I was, watching the movie...
wrapped up in *his* arms.
(I know this sounds mildly gushy)
((read anyways))
The movie was not what I expected.
It was funny on the surface.
Crude in appropriate ways.
And unexpectedly deep.
This movie in three words... regret, perseverance, and courage. These are my words. His words were many. His words were insightful. His words were deeply felt. In his words I felt like I was able to know him so much more.
We can always explain our life away. We can give facts, details, brief histories. But nothing is as effective as sharing a moment. In these moments we find the meaning to someone's words. These words that were so one deminsional before have taken on new life.
(((Thank You Jimmy)))
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