Tom: What happened? Why – why didn’t they work out? Summer: What always happens. Life. 500 Days of Summer She paused the DVD she was watching, choked back a tear, and went to the kitchen to fetch a cold glass of water to cool down. She was feeling melancholic today, reminiscing about the past, that’s […]
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Tom: What happened? Why – why didn’t they work out?

Summer: What always happens. Life.

500 Days of Summer

She paused the DVD she was watching, choked back a tear, and went to the kitchen to fetch a cold glass of water to cool down. She was feeling melancholic today, reminiscing about the past, that’s when she finally got out of bed, picked out the old souvenirs boxes, and started to run through everything she saw, from tiny cute notes, to long forgotten letters, lace and sparkly tiaras – which she didn’t miss to try – to her Halloween, Independence day, and Theater costumes. She finally found her DVDs collection and her favorite movie, she ran outside, and played it.

A leafless tree starts to blossom, the counter moves back from “500” to “488” and then back again, telling the story of a clever, offbeat relationship through its ups and downs. Her mind went back to the first time she saw the movie, she was so different back then, again a lot can change within the span of one year, she had a different vision of life, more dreamy like it was. Nowadays, not that she let go of her optimism, but it felt like she had gotten a realistic approach to her life, accepting everything that comes her way, the good and the bad.

She felt as if she had jumpedĀ  into a turmoil, where nothing was spared, left intact, unchanged. Her relationships, she came to figure out, were similar to a “Chocolaterie” on its opening day, every passer-by, came in, got a taste of everything they displayed, laid out, turned on their heels and left. Only few, stayed on the counters, examining the details of the well-organized, polished place, looking at the lights and colours, watching the texture and quality of it; these would soon become loyal customers, the ones that always went back, the ones that rarely left anyway.

People in her life, were visitors, nomads going away when the first north wind blew their way, but she didn’t mind, she knew that it was the natural course of life, that evolving, growing up, moving on, were what was meant to be so we got to our destinies, that everyone, no matter how small of a place they had in her life mattered, and were supposed to cross ways with her for a reason. It didn’t mean that the love they shared wasn’t real, that what they had wasn’t true, it only meant that sometimes people grow apart and she was accustomed to that thought. No one died for her, or were left forgotten, they were all carried with her, in her writings, in her souvenirs boxes, and most importantly in her memory.

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