Behind that film

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I'm here in the darkened room. My breath is a gust of wind and every noise that fell is a bomb dropped down from the world war two sky. The cellphones' light break through the darkness like lightning raining down to the mortals' land. I settle myself deep in my chair trying to achieve the elusive comfort I can't seem to find.

I gaze around the pitch-dark room with no particular thought but the subconscious impulse of finding you. There, by a corner, I see you conversing with your friends, laughing and smiling at a train of voiced thoughts.

Just then, the wide, white screen in front of me was hit by a beam of light from the back of the room. It glows bright, washing the room with dim light.

Then a picture appears on the screen. Another follows and another with increasing speed until a scene can be discern and the video is set in continuous motion.

The movie begins with a camp filled with suffering soldier, infected with an unknown virus. But my interest soon wavered and I watch with half-heart. My eyes start to move in accordance with the desire of my heart. I find myself tracing back to where I last saw you and took a peak of what you’re doing.

There it is again. I notice the laughter lines by the corner of your eyes, the sweet dimples on your cheek and those charming eyes that somehow hides with every giggle.

And I wonder, do you see me watching you as my movie star?

Then, there is your voice that sends shivers running down my spine, a melodious heart-felt laugh booming and the fad remarks I never miss listening to.

And I wonder, do hear me saying I want to hear more?

But what got the most of me is your mere presence, the way you make my heart skips a beat and cause it to thunder a hundred decibels deep.

And I wonder, do you feel my heart reaching out for yours?

As the movie ends and the credits starts to roll, you've made me fall even harder, unknowingly. But I remain in my seat with these questions whirling and nagging in my head. Still I sit at lonely corner, watching you smile and saying 'I love you' from a far.

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