Gotta love netflix
I just realized I could rent the most underrated beautiful romance movie ever via Netflix.
So, on top of my queue is Eric Schaeffer's "Fall".
I wanted to tell you for a while now, I wanted to say as you reached for a teacup in your kitchen that night, after we fought about why do we have to eat Chinese food on your floor, and then make up. I wanted to say it as the moonlight shone upon you as you slept in your bed, the first time we made love there. When I felt your heart racing against your chest in your sweet foyer in Spain. When you first saw your roses, even though I was not there.
But mostly I wanted to say it the last time I saw you, as I held you in my arms looking down on your precious face, knowingly looking up at me, still inside you, quiet, motionless but so inside you. I wanted so badly to tell you that the words each time graced my lips like an imposter only to fall away like some great blizzard that was taken out to sea to rain it’s fury on the dark ocean alone, unbeknownst to any hearing. I pray that you can hear them for what they are, feel them for what they are, and not mar them with the knowledge that they stand apart from your ability to reciprocate them.
Please take them in your heart and feel them with your eyes closed and your soul open, for just a moment, my voice speaking them softly in your ear with a kiss.
When you smile, when your hair moves lightly to dance, when your tongue finds my lips, when you ramble over a glass of wine, when you sit naked after we`ve made love, when you act boldly, when you laugh, when you squeeze my hand, when you call my name in a gruff whisper, when your heart races on my chest in a close embrace, when you love me.
What I`m sad about is selfish, I`m sad about God`s timing. I`m only a man and as a man, I miss you, I miss you terribly. I miss your kiss, I miss your smile, how I miss your smile. But most of all I miss the moment that hasn`t happened yet, the moment you let yourself fall for me. What makes it hard for me is knowing how much you care for me, how much in a way you do love me. How much you would enjoy smiling wryly as you hurl yourself backwards off the cliff, and say, "Catch me baby".
If I didn`t know that, I could make you a villain, me a victim and soothe myself, but I can`t because it isn`t the truth, the truth we both know. The truth is, not today. I know that you're not leaving him for me and I wouldn`t want you to. I would want you to leave him for you. I also know that you wouldn`t fly a million miles just to see me smile at you. Some day maybe, but not today, so I better disappear. I know you`ll be ok, soon I will be too. And maybe, just maybe if God so desires, the day will come when as friends, we will find ourselves accidentally strolling along the white cliffs of Dover or the mountain rocks of Mendocino, or the bonnie emerald north of the Scottish seabord, or the glistening harbor of old New York...
So, on top of my queue is Eric Schaeffer's "Fall".
I wanted to tell you for a while now, I wanted to say as you reached for a teacup in your kitchen that night, after we fought about why do we have to eat Chinese food on your floor, and then make up. I wanted to say it as the moonlight shone upon you as you slept in your bed, the first time we made love there. When I felt your heart racing against your chest in your sweet foyer in Spain. When you first saw your roses, even though I was not there.
But mostly I wanted to say it the last time I saw you, as I held you in my arms looking down on your precious face, knowingly looking up at me, still inside you, quiet, motionless but so inside you. I wanted so badly to tell you that the words each time graced my lips like an imposter only to fall away like some great blizzard that was taken out to sea to rain it’s fury on the dark ocean alone, unbeknownst to any hearing. I pray that you can hear them for what they are, feel them for what they are, and not mar them with the knowledge that they stand apart from your ability to reciprocate them.
Please take them in your heart and feel them with your eyes closed and your soul open, for just a moment, my voice speaking them softly in your ear with a kiss.
When you smile, when your hair moves lightly to dance, when your tongue finds my lips, when you ramble over a glass of wine, when you sit naked after we`ve made love, when you act boldly, when you laugh, when you squeeze my hand, when you call my name in a gruff whisper, when your heart races on my chest in a close embrace, when you love me.
What I`m sad about is selfish, I`m sad about God`s timing. I`m only a man and as a man, I miss you, I miss you terribly. I miss your kiss, I miss your smile, how I miss your smile. But most of all I miss the moment that hasn`t happened yet, the moment you let yourself fall for me. What makes it hard for me is knowing how much you care for me, how much in a way you do love me. How much you would enjoy smiling wryly as you hurl yourself backwards off the cliff, and say, "Catch me baby".
If I didn`t know that, I could make you a villain, me a victim and soothe myself, but I can`t because it isn`t the truth, the truth we both know. The truth is, not today. I know that you're not leaving him for me and I wouldn`t want you to. I would want you to leave him for you. I also know that you wouldn`t fly a million miles just to see me smile at you. Some day maybe, but not today, so I better disappear. I know you`ll be ok, soon I will be too. And maybe, just maybe if God so desires, the day will come when as friends, we will find ourselves accidentally strolling along the white cliffs of Dover or the mountain rocks of Mendocino, or the bonnie emerald north of the Scottish seabord, or the glistening harbor of old New York...