oh cinema, for years I thought you'd given me an unrealistic view of love. i was angry with you, upset for having given me butterflies, for giving me that wonderfully hopeful feeling when screen lovers kiss, hope that I too might have a dance in the rain, or a long embrace under the stars.
or even just the chance to feel that in real life, if only briefly.
i was mad because i thought you lied, thought you'd given me false hope.
guess i was wrong.
Epilogue: I can't wait to watch this later.