Dell & Kimberly
Title - Comet
Year - 2014
Starring - Justin Long & Emmy Rossum
Directed by - Sam Esmail
I can’t believe I’ve procrastinated for six years l o l. When I first saw the trailer prior to its release, I knew it was something I’d want to see. I was fortunate enough to be invited to a special screening, but for boring reasons a.k.a. work, I missed it. Never got the chance to see it at all.
It randomly popped up as similar/relevant to the movies that are always on my Search bar, so today I finally pressed play. I’m so freaking glad I did. I don’t think I’d ever make an effort to write a blog post about it if I wasn’t moved. These days, I actually think I no longer have feelings but this movie reminded me that I do. Still do. In a way.
Everything in it felt so fucking relatable yet somehow they’re not.
I found myself listening attentively to Dell and Kimberly’s conversations. How they think and talk, it felt like I was looking at ourselves in the mirror. The discussions that seem to never end, eventually turning into arguments; being stubborn on trips, letting laziness consume the allowance time; long walks that become runs for crazy reasons — these are Ian and Ysh things, our things.
The very moment that made me lose it was, and I’m sure it’s the same for anyone who saw the movie too —
“I feel like I’m in the wrong world. ‘Cause I don’t belong in a world where we don’t end up together. I don’t. There are parallel universes out there where this didn’t happen, where I was with you and you were with me. And whatever universe that is, that’s the one where my heart lives in. I wanted so badly to go back into that dream I had the other night, I tried so hard to go back to sleep. You know I never thought love was real, I didn’t. And now I think life isn’t real without it.”
Goddamn, I’m broke.
It’s as if my sleeping consciousness was awakened that I could almost feel the spirits of my seventeen-year old self, all fragile and vulnerable. For the first time in a very long time, I started asking again — why do beautiful things stop being beautiful? Why are things temporary? Why can’t everything just stay the way it is?
There was no way I was able to keep my tear glands from releasing liquids. Loads of it.
I’ve replayed the scene twice or thrice today, and I’ve been crying just the same.
And of all the days that I can choose to watch it, it had to be today where Ian and I are having a rare episode of a run-in. I miss him so much, oh my god.