June 14, 2012

My dearest,

I reach the cinema just in time. The lines aren’t too long since it’s the middle of a work day. Been ages since I watched a movie by myself in the theatre. It doesn’t feel lonely; feels more like I’m spoiling myself.

You tell me to go ahead cos you’re not into scary movies or movies with aliens in them, and this is supposed to be a lot of both. I text you to let you know I’m heading in. You text back telling me to enjoy the movie, more fun than your client meeting surely. I smile at that.

I sit down at the back row, near the middle. There’s a lady next to me chomping on popcorn and slurping her soda through a straw; she stops once the trailers come on though. Two brief trailers and then an eternity of awful commercial advertisements. Then the movie starts.

What an almost forgotten pleasure it is, to be sucked into a story together with so many others, all of us strangers in what is basically a rather large room. Nothing like the sound of dozens of breaths being sucked in simultaneously. Suspense. Terror. Amazement. Actors drop lines like real people in outer space, then drop like flies.

I leave the cinema with a smile, already texting you to tell you how I enjoyed the movie. I have already forgotten most of the story (whatever story there was) but the smile remains on my face for a good while longer.

Yours, ever and always.