Everyone faces love, especially smart people, with both Danny's romanticism and Alex's rationality. True love, at least self-proclaimed true love, often happens suddenly. You didn't meet him at your most perfect and peak moment. On the contrary, you were sloppy and down and life became a mess, and at this time, he appeared. Maybe people will put down their guard when they are vulnerable. In any case, a little kindness from the other party is the beauty of the whole world.
Sometimes we are sure that we know the person in front of us. This certainty is as real as the pen in the hand, as real as the air in the lungs. You know the world is full of lies and deceit, but under the stars, by the campfire, in a space just for the two of you, you choose to believe that you are serious. Danny asks Alex if he believes in soulmates. Alex said he didn't like that statement. If there is such a soulmate, how small is the probability that two people can meet again in the same country and the same city? That being said, almost all couples are the wrong combination. Once you lose your soulmate, it means you have to spend your life with the wrong person.
After Alex's murder, Danny burns his relics on the beach where they used to discuss soulmates. I don't know if this marks an end. I know the importance of closure. Maybe throwing and burning or erasing some traces would really urge a psychological compromise, or it would backfire and make it harder to get out. I'm not stupid, just crazy. Just know the risk but don't turn back.
Some small details moved me. Decadent Danny is wearing a tie in front of the mirror, and he can't get it right. He remembered that Alex used to help him tie his tie. When he recalled his every move, his eyes and fingers, Danny collapsed and crouched down, hugged his head and cried. And when Danny learned that Alex didn't even tell him his real name and that he had other lovers, he felt that even so, I still loved Alex. This reminds me of the line in "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky": I embrace you across lies. Maybe he lied to you, maybe he's sincere, or a mixture of the two... Trust him. It's like smoothing out a crumpled piece of paper, folding it, and putting it in a memory box, no more worrying.
I can't say I really understand the abruptness and emptiness of losing a lover. That kind of clinging on and fading away, there is no such thing as an obsessional feeling that I just made myself passionate about, that I used to play on the scene, and make you feel ashamed and deeply lost. I do not understand. real.
Looking forward to the ending. Scottie's plot is so heartwarming.
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