i missed new york...i missed carrie and big...i missed samantha and her filthy mouth...most of all...i missed the sex!!
i was already fighting back tears during the opening credits and first few scenes. by the end of the movie, i had a splitting headache from all the crying.
i watched sex and the city alone, my dear reader. not because i didn't have a movie buddy...but because i felt the need to watch it by myself for old times sake. i remember watching episodes alone in my room wishing i was sipping margarita every time.
so many memories associated with the series...so many personal heartaches linked to the characters' own hardships.
yes, i've missed them. the innuendos, the...cat fights...the endless flirtations...the sexcapades...the tears of pleasure and of pain...
but i know i missed the memories of happy days long gone and the people i was with more. it brought me back to the past and that weird almost rare... empty feeling.
bottom line after watching the most-anticipated movie of the year, i was depressed but at the same time hopeful.
because as much as i would like to deny it....i still believe in LOVE.
and happy endings...
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