I'll have a large popcorn, with butter and salt in the middle.
That's the way I like it.
And that's the way I order it, when I'm alone.
With friends I get a small, plain...of course.
Today I need the comfort of the large bucket
because I'm going in to see the latest sad, sad story.
Everyone says to bring tissues.
I don't cry.
The last time I cried was November.
Before that it was 3 years prior.
I love sad movies. I LOVE dramas. I hate love stories. I hate comedies. I go to the movies to feel alive.
I sit down in the theatre with my bucket of popcorn and I notice a man staring at me.
I look back and our eyes lock.
He has it.
I have to admit not many people catch my eye. I feel almost zero attraction towards others most of the time.
These moments happen once in a blue moon.
I'm quite the loner. I like being alone.
Attraction like this challenges this thought.
I feel such a strong feeling in my body with this one. I can't take my eyes off of him.
I smile awkwardly.
He smiles back.
Still holding his eyes in mine I feel my heart beating wildly
My temperature is rising and I have signals going off in my belly like a intentional drum beat creating a song.
This IS LOVE.
This is what Love at first sight feels like.
How can it not be love if it makes me feel this alive?
I can't take my eyes of this mystery of a man.
I think I'm in love.
The lights turn off.
The movie begins.
The man stands up.
He is holding a gun.
He points it at me.
And pulls the trigger.
Photo by Amber Felts