Someday, I'll lie down under the stars, hand-in-hand with frozen breaths and frozen time. I'll sing the song he likes to sing in the shower, I'll ask him to name the constellations he knows about. He won't know any and so we will create stories together about how the Gemini twins were apart for so long. We'd help them find their family - we would condense the stars so that they'd live together - we'd be hosts to a starry family dinner. And then I'll tell him about how happy I am and how I'd like to die this very moment - wishing he'd never know that I've stolen words from Joely, would he ever understand how hollow romantics like me rely heavily on movies? I wish to recreate the exact same moment and live in peace with it. But then, I'm being told how to live by people who aren't even real. How does everything seep in, quiet and unassuming like the line between fact and fiction is a blemish, a shame on the actual nature of love? Why do they teach you how to love, why do they ask you to find love under the skies and not concrete? PS : I love this movie so much. You have to love it, no excuses.