(500) Days of [my] Summer

*I don't know why I start opening this site and continue typing words I think to be coherent. I guess there has come a point wherein words need to be written and heard.*

There was a point in my college life where my most friends talk about that movie 500 Days of Summer. Basically, I was forced to watch it because of pressure (?) and curiosity (I think?).

Two strangers supposed to make a good love story. But, in the end, it was not a happily-ever-after for them. That was so much feels. But, I just have to let it go.

*I am watching this again and I am distracted with Summer singing. Hahaha*

"Love is not Santa Claus."

It is not made up. It is not something you tell your children for them to good. It's a game that no one will win or lose. They will always have something to lose and gain. Weird.

We may all have our own Summer - the girl walks into our lives and rips our life into pieces then walks out without any good reason.

I may have my own Summer.

My Summer who kisses you in the photocopy room and leaves you when copying is done.

My Summer who shakes your friend, Paul.

My Summer who plays to be your wife in an IKEA store.

My Summer who sits beside you in your brown sofa and pretends to watch Idol with you.

My Summer who cooks your virtual dinner.

My Summer who loves the house with two kitchen.

My Summer who races to the bedroom.

My Summer who laughs when there's a Chinese family in the bathroom.

and

My Summer who is not looking for something serious.

Fast forward.

Summer who will bring you Autumn.

My 500 days with Summer was filled with thrilling nights and senseless mornings.

The fun days were the happiest and the not so ones were the black holes of my heart.

*I can't continue anymore. I haft watch this again.*