“It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.”

So much to say and no clue where to begin. Makes me grateful and hopeful and terrified and excited about every decision, every meeting, every kiss that’s turned into a memory that’s turned into the best feeling in the world, however fleeting, even when you know there’s an end and a sadness and a loneliness and a sharp pang of quiet to follow soon after. Is it worth it? Surely it has to be?

Movies don’t just have to be beautiful mechanical things, pieces of work. It’s a mirror, a vessel, a question, a salve. There’s a beating heart and a breathless smile and tears and tears and tears and a hug. A long, warm, quiet, safe, loving one.

And this doesn’t even begin to cover it, it feels silly even typing any of this mess but it would also a lie to not let all those feelings exist and open up and come alive and be true, surely?