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when i was younger and staying at the cottage for a week, my aunt, sister and i went to go watch face/off with john travolta and nicolas cage.
in one of the first scenes with travolta and his wife, he runs his hand over her face gently, his fingertips touching every wrinkle, every crease, every bump - like he was trying to never forget. i remember watching it and wondering what it would feel like to have that kind of love, to have that someone who wanted to never forget every aspect of your face.
last night i lay beside him, staring at his calm profile, his head resting soundly on the pillow. i felt this relaxing urge to lift my right arm and rest my hand over his face lightly. slowly traced the surface of his face with my fingertips, just like travolta did in that movie and i realized for the first time what it was that i longed for when i saw that scene for the first time. all these years i had always wondered what it would be like to be the one with the face being traced, to long for that love, i suppose. but that urge i had, to trace his face, i felt it with the urge that came from me - from my love i have for this person. and then i understood. i longed for someone to never forget, to trace, because i was always scared i'd never find someone i'd never want to forget.
he turned to look at me and smiled. this warm and comforted smile. he told me he loved me and i believed him. and maybe that's what i've been longing for most of all.
in one of the first scenes with travolta and his wife, he runs his hand over her face gently, his fingertips touching every wrinkle, every crease, every bump - like he was trying to never forget. i remember watching it and wondering what it would feel like to have that kind of love, to have that someone who wanted to never forget every aspect of your face.
last night i lay beside him, staring at his calm profile, his head resting soundly on the pillow. i felt this relaxing urge to lift my right arm and rest my hand over his face lightly. slowly traced the surface of his face with my fingertips, just like travolta did in that movie and i realized for the first time what it was that i longed for when i saw that scene for the first time. all these years i had always wondered what it would be like to be the one with the face being traced, to long for that love, i suppose. but that urge i had, to trace his face, i felt it with the urge that came from me - from my love i have for this person. and then i understood. i longed for someone to never forget, to trace, because i was always scared i'd never find someone i'd never want to forget.
he turned to look at me and smiled. this warm and comforted smile. he told me he loved me and i believed him. and maybe that's what i've been longing for most of all.