Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Summer

My life is 500 Days of Summer, and I am Summer.

And sometimes she's a horrible bitch. Sometimes she doesn't know what she wants. Eventually she completely leaves because he'll never, ultimately be happy with her, just as she couldn't be (happy and at peace) with him.

With no true explanations, she's gone.

Maybe that's why the movie made me cry. But the movie ended. And the memory of Summer died.

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