‘I love Timmy and Florence. Give me another movie with them together.’

I would have repeated this to you after we got out of the theatre. You might have agreed or you might have not. I don’t know ‘cause we don’t talk anymore. 

I couldn’t let this go actually. When the room gets dark and the screen start playing, I couldn’t get you out of my head. Not that I want you to be with me, but I really do miss you as a partner to discuss all my thoughts. No one has understood them as well as you. And frankly this bothers me a lot. 

I wanted to tell you many things, namely this movie screaming Greta’s name loud and clear, and I wanted to know so badly whether you feel the same or you don’t like it at all. 

I wanted to know which scene you like the most, which line would get to your heart, which part you would pick to write about and which character you think standout from others. You love Florence so f.. freaking much. And we both adore Timmy. Saoirse reminds me so much of you; both how beautiful she is and how much she wants to keep her liberty. 

I know only I need to write this letter. I have to. I can’t keep all my ideas to myself. I wanted to tell you as much as I wanted to ask you. We would have spent all night over the phone. I wanted to be the first one who knows you opinion before anyone else in the world. I know this sounds selfish especially when I no longer have any privilege to do so. 

I have to admit I miss you every times I watch a movie and I don’t know how long it’s gonna be like this.