Such love. Such a start. such a process. Such an ending. In line with my consistent imagination of love: tacit understanding at the touch of a button, controlled exchanges; no longer lonely on the road to dream, sharing the deepest secrets in each other's hearts; perfect harmony, using appropriate music instead of talking; trying to control emotions, when crying A well-placed hug, a decisive, warm kiss on the cheek when they parted...
and then nothing. It's not that I don't love it, it's that I love it too much.
When I watched it for the first time, I was moved by a scene: after finishing the record, everyone played like children on the deserted beach. I couldn't help being stunned by that brief final revelry. Imagine how nice it would be to make this moment last forever. There is no separation. never separate. But then the end is set.
The second time I saw it, my heart was like still water. Maybe he has accepted that arrangement. Think, maybe I won't cry this time.
He asked, "Do you love him?" in broken Czech.
She answered.
He couldn't understand: "What?"
Her Czech language, and the translation team who made the subtitles made something like a voice-over: the end credits were revealed. I didn't seem to notice such a detail the first time I watched it. This time, I didn't understand, so I didn't care.
At last he waited for her to see her one last time. But she never showed up as promised. Before leaving, he went to the musical instrument store where they first joined together, ordered the piano she liked but couldn't afford, and left alone. She ran out of the big house to pick up the violin that was delivered, with a childish smile on her face.
In the attic, her fingers flew up and down, and the melody rushed. The husband who came from afar walked past her with his little daughter and kissed her forehead, not knowing what she was playing. She glanced at her family and looked out the window. In the sky, there may be a plane passing by, carrying him away and their dreams.
The words flew out of the window and into the sky.
I love you.
Instantly my tears fell without warning. The subtitles have risen rapidly.
It turned out that his name was "guy" and she was "girl". In this story, they have no names. He never asked her, she never asked him. Only love has asked them both. They didn't answer, just answered everything with notes. out of love. But love did not give them a final answer.
Maybe not. Like they don't need to address each other. It was enough to meet him and her.
Because we can't deviate from our respective tracks, otherwise, there will be chaos, spillover, entanglement, and pain. So be it, leave without saying goodbye. Separation will certainly be painful, but this pain is beautiful.
I love you. in a language you don't understand. I know it will do. Believe, you also understand.
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