anahat nad

I saw 500 Days of Summer the other night. Afterwards, I found myself in a heap of tears.

Not because the film was awful, or because I spilled my popcorn, but because the parallels between the film and real life broke my heart. It was honest, and subtle, and that's a rarity these days.

And so, when it was over, I walked out of the theater, threw away my bag of popcorn, and realized that sooner or later, I would actually have to face my life. And that, I think, brought tears.