Came across with the turning corner of an old bookstore in some dram, I know it was somewhere in Paris. So it’s time to revisit all-time-favourite movie. But first let me sink in Vienna, deep into this unrealistically romantic story.
Keep thinking, what would I do if I were Jesse?
I just know I would be so upset if I would have to wait for another six months.
Maybe in the first place I wouldn't have the courage to ask her get off the train. It’d be a lonesome Vienna to me.
If everything is so irreversible, Why not do? But I don’t want to be the little guy only living in people’s memory and being forgotten. I’d rather be a nobody before being given a name.
It is these scripts keep echoing inside me.
“Think of it like this. Jump ahead, ten, twenty years, okay and you’re married. Only your marriage doesn't have that same energy that it used to have, you know. You start to blame your husband, You start to think about all those guys you've met in your life, and what might have happened if you’d picked up with one of them, right? Well, I’m one of those guys. That’s me, you know.”
It’s when you remember how little you thought about the people you broke up with, and you realize that that is how little they’re thinking about you.
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