500 Days With Summer In Between

500 Days of Summer

I watched 500 Days of Summer and kinda halfway through it, tears were already coming out of my eyes but I blinked it back, or sometimes wiped my eyes before the tears fall down when my sister’s not looking (We love taunting each other when we see that one of us gets teary-eyed over something we’re watching. I just hope she won’t find this post).

I don’t think I was crying because of just the movie itself, but mainly because of the “love” in this world, which was reflected in the story of Tom. How horrible is it to love someone and that someone treats you special at first then just suddenly tells you it’s over?

How do we even know that Summer’s marriage worked out and how do we even know if in end she’s not “the one” for her husband, and just leaves her just like how she left Tom?

How do we even know that Tom and Autumn’s relationship worked out or it’s just yet another pathetic attempt of trying to make a relationship work in which one person loves the other person deeply while the other person just quits from the relationship when she gets bored and doesn’t want to try to make it work anymore?

Is there really a true effing love, fate, “the one”? Or is this yet another lame excuse by people who get bored of someone and want to try another person?

I don’t know anymore.

I think I will just grow old alone if I believe in “the one”, rather than really giving out love to a person.

And how can you leave someone as nice as Tom?! Man, if you found someone like Tom in real life, with this sea of jerks and bitches, you’re already like a lottery winner.

I might hate Summer in the end for just leaving Tom like that but in the beginning, especially in that part in which she explains to Tom and his friend why she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she echoes some of my beliefs.

And, oh, don’t get me started on how some people overuse the word “love” just to get the person they like (for some months then leave soon, or worse, “love” more than one person at the same time. That’s not love, that’s being you being stupid over the meaning of love and using it as a lame “romantic” way of getting anyone you like. Usage of dictionary is highly advised.)

I’m done talking about this so in conclusion, here’s one of the “romantic” lines that Tom wrote for Valentine’s card: Roses are red, violets are blue… Fuck you, whore!