I'm infatuated with the idea that I'm the protagonist of a great rom-com. Right about now, the cinema smiles to themselves and thinks 'she'll look at this in hindsight and laugh' when 30 minutes later, I'm enthralled in a love so great even the hardiest of cinema goers sheds a tear.
But life isn't a movie, my life isn't a movie and I'm not sure if my life was a movie, I'd want it to be a crap romantic comedy girls swoon over and boyfriends roll their eyes at, as they suffer through its entirety on 'date night.'
We don't know what happens after the credits roll. The characters and their love, all fabrications of a tired screen writer, paying the bills until he gets his big break, his 'Breakfast Club,' simply end. They fade to oblivion. It's us, the shaky viewers who leave the cinema, New found ideas of what love is and where we should find it, providing us with uinstable foundations for romance, like Bambi, negotiating the ice.
Me and my spindly Bambi legs will continue to frequent coffee shops until I meet my Prince charming, until a spilt coffee or a mutual interest in reading paths the way to my great love.
On second thoughts, maybe I should just buy a cat.
Amy xP.O Box: