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Mar
22
Love Actually
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On Monday, I was commuting to Hollywood to attend a script writing class through Los Angeles Metro. When I came back, a couple in the metro station caught my attention. They were in their 60s, with hair loosely arranged, they both wore brownish coats. In between their eyes and face, I grasped their expression, subtle but unique to artists. The woman was sobbing and was muttering in words; the man was holding her closely muttering in a different set of words, comforting, and loving. “What shall we do, Henry, I cannot live like this…I don’t know what to do…” “Honey, please don’t cry, please … don’t … we will be alright… we will” “When…I don’t know when…Henry…” “Soon…please don’t be sad…it will get better…” I was looking at them as if I could hear their dialogue. How many years they have been together? How many storms did they go through together? When would they reach the end, and would they reach the end together?
“Qu…” The train stopped and I left them behind…
Curtains up. The setting of CATS was every so pretty in the Pentage’s Theatre. It was Sunday afternoon, I was sitting and waiting for the show to open! Walked this way was a couple, a man in his fifties towering over 6’3″, leading a petite woman in her fifties in her pretty white sweater, a sweater with beautiful crotches. The man was carefully holding her hand, so careful that he was afraid that she would bump into anything. The woman’s closed eyelids struggle to open — she is blind. They sat down right in front of me, and the man started to read the program for the woman. Lights, flash, smoke, with whispering from her husband, I wondered how much could she see? She was occasionally leaning forward as if she could see; she would sometimes laid back as if she intensely enjoyed. Little details audience made laugh about there was her husband whispering, not leaving his wife behind, gentle and enduring.
Curtains closed…
The husband walked his wife out, little by little, carefully holding her in his arms. How long have they been together? A husband who doesn’t mind a blind wife? When did she become blind? Can she still see, at least for some of the lighting? Or has she seen through her husband eyes?
Gentle frames of life bring simple pleasures, but a luxury to watch, “love actually.”