Used flight tags, dirty dishes, and soiled washcloths are the vestiges from your stay.
Yet amongst the unclean and impure bedding, there lies a lingering fantasy and perfect stillness in the way the sheets pose sincerely on the shared mattress.The towels hang in the bathroom with a flawless purity about them; grimy and damp, but not a sense of deception in the manner.
To the naked eye, the apartment requires freshening up.
To my private eye, it is wonderful.
It embodies the kind of perfect you covet in romantic comedies; holding all of the joy, laughter, and imagination of a two hour script.
Suspended in the space is the innocence encountered when a high school couple resolves that they are ready to give it away on a starry summer night; pure, genuine and trusting.
Honesty embraces every inch of the six-hundred square feet, permeating through the sofa fabrics and threads of the tousled comforter.
A happy so complete it appears surreal and illusory.
“How did I get so lucky?”
“Is this real life?”
“How did this happen so fast?”
Queries that went unanswered and inconsequential in the three blissful days spent floating in the cosmos crafted by Walt Disney himself.
As the cliché goes: until we meet again, my prÃncipe azul.
Only this time, there are no movie reels, theaters, and popcorn.
Authenticity, affection, and tenderness are the contents of this film.
Until we meet again…
