feeling Bridget Jones
For you, I was a flame..
Love is a losing game.
God, I love this movie.
It got me in a writing a mood, an imaginative mood, an overanalytical mood where I apply the entire storyline and movie plot to my life..
Not just for the present, but past and future.
I think such a habit is worse than the act of pretending out scenes to sequels after seeing a movie at the theatres, which was my favourite pastime whenever I got home and the movie's influence on me was dripping e to where I had to pretend to be in it.
I just love pretend though. Like when I pretend to be over something and I'm like not. /:
BUT,
That doesn't mean what you might think it means
It may even well be a different person than you may think..
Or even I for that matter.
Nonetheless,
You may not want someone yourself,
But when you want them to want you..
How is that not wanting them all in the same?
Then again...
When you'd love someone to also love you,
And they do..
Maybe you actually love them too.
Too much, just too much static not to send every voltage of surging emotion into my keyboard and I feel so inspired to finally get this on fucking PAPER.
Here is the English accent coming out now too.
Maybe when I am 30 I'll be a famous actress and remake this movie the way they remake EVERY movie after 20+ years.
Since she is my character equivalent.. I have found a twin in Bridget Jones, to an EXTENT (I'd be the prettier one though).
But at least we both have our Mark Darcy's. Somewhere out there.
And now the final frame,
Love ... is a losing game.