A letter to TOM...

Margarette 2022-03-19 09:01:02

TO Tom:

I used to say that we are only friends, but I am involuntarily attracted by you, and in a subtle way, I hope to get the long-awaited love from you.

A moment, a kiss, a tear, a dream...

are all the keys to the possibility of love. I will open the door to my world for you, and bring you the secrets I have never mentioned to others, and hope you will bring them to me. Not only short-term freshness, but temporary passion. I need to understand each other and create a tacit understanding with you that outsiders cannot understand.

For more than 100 days, there are a lot of colors in your life. Music, movies, ideals, life, we share everything we can to each other, the light is so sweet.

For more than 200 days, you changed from intimate understanding to beginning to listen to the past that I didn't want to mention. You began to have a possessive desire for me that you shouldn't have, and you began to impose something that I didn't actually need in my life.

For more than 300 days, after over and over of compromises, I no longer had the heartbeat I had at the beginning. I only gradually found that it is getting harder and harder to give you the look I expected at the beginning, and the sense of dependence on you is losing a little bit.

For more than 400 days, let me give you another chance, and try to find the past laughter again, but I found that besides the previous you, it is still that you. Now, I just want to stay alone in my world. I'm sorry, maybe you It’s just that summer wind that blows through my ears..

500 days, reunited again, I just want to tell you that when I woke up one day, I determined something that I couldn’t be sure about when I was with you, I have found it The person I am willing to be with for life, I just want to tell you, I now believe that love is destined.

Hope you bless me if you can sincerely..

Summer

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  • Summer: There's no such thing as love, it's fantasy...

  • Tom: Yeah, uh, this is... And Rhoda, no disrespect, but um, this is total shit.

    McKenzie: Tom!

    Tom: "Go for it" "You can do it"? That's not inspirational, that's suicidal. If pickles goes for it right there, that's a dead cat. These are lies. We're liars. Think about it. Why do people buy these things? It's not 'cause they wanna say how they feel. People buy cards 'cause they can't say how they feel or they're afraid too. We provide the service that lets them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Let's level with America. At least let them speak for themselves! Right? I mean, look! What-What is this? What does it say? "Congratulations on your new baby." Right? How 'bout, "Congratulations on your new baby. Guess that's it for hanging out. Nice knowing you."

    Vance: Sit down, Hansen.

    Tom: How bout this one, with all the pretty hearts on the front? I think I know where this ones going. Yep! "Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart. I love you." That sweet? Ain't love grand? This is exactly what I'm talking about. What does that even mean, "love"? Do you know? Do you? Anybody?

    McKenzie: Tom...

    Tom: If somebody gave me this card, Mr. Vance, I would eat it. It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We're responsible. *I'm responsible.* I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not you know, some words that some stranger put in their mouths. Words like "love"... that don't mean anything. Sorry, I'm sorry. I, uh... I quit. I'm... There's enough bullshit in the world without my help.