It was a beautiful story. A beautiful story about lost love. There were key elements that made this movie and made me cinematically, by which I mean emotionally, invested. There’s that sudden emptiness that appears whenever we lose someone – romantically involved or not. It’s not indifference to the world, but just a quiet sense of self growing and pondering. Maybe that’s why we’re so quiet when we’re hurt. It sinks harder that way versus telling the whole world of your sadness. When we lose romantic relationships, we question the everything especially if it wasn’t on our own terms.
It probably didn’t help that I was watching this movie in my dark room, cue depression. It culminated a lot of elements of love that I’ve been thinking about – learning to love someone new despite being in a dark place, what we inherit from our parents, and the idea of trusting ourselves when we are in love. By trust, I don’t mean monogamy, but rather trusting ourselves to let good things happen in a relationship versus expecting things to fail already. That’s a hard one to bite especially coming from me. I’ve been adamant that most of my romantic involvings have a life span of two weeks. I shit you not. But lately, having a bit more faith in things have resulted in longer time frames with, more or less, better results. Not to say everything would dramatically get better with faith, but it certainly doesn’t hurt.
Anna: Why do you leave everyone? Why did you let me go?
Oliver: Maybe because I don’t really believe that it’s going to work and then I make sure that it doesn’t work.