I didn't plan on writing anything after watching For Lovers Only, but the whole film entranced me so much and wouldn't leave my head. I'm one of those people who have to write about the things that I find amazing, so I wrote this and if you haven't watched For Lovers Only, I suggest you rectify it immediately.
Nothing you recognize belongs to me.
Summary : For Lovers Only: Time doesn't matter when you are with the person who loves you most in the world, but what about after he's gone. What does time mean then?
Time.
Six months.
Six months today, since she left Paris.
Six months plus a day, since she saw him.
Six months plus a day that she told him her heart wasn't being protected anymore.
Six months minus a day, since she arrived home.
Six months minus a day, since David was there to meet her, he was happy to see her, annoyed and confused as to her extended stay, but still happy to see her.
Five months.
Five months since her own words - not someone else's appeared in written form.
Five months minus a week, since her work, was recognized as some of her best.
Four months.
Four months since, she filed papers requesting a divorce.
Four months since she'd hired an attorney and began to set the pieces of her life separate from his.
Three months.
Three months since she'd picked up a magazine and found his name, in the photography credits.
Three months since she'd recognized where the photo had been taken.
Two months.
Two months since she'd signed a new lease, for her own apartment.
Two months since she'd hung a photo he'd taken with her on her wall.
One month.
One month, since she'd been granted a court date.
Today.
Today she sits quietly.
A towel protecting her modesty, as the tattoo ink burns her skin.
Today she turns 'David' into a frog.
Today she resigns him, to the past.
Today her life goes from beautiful mess, to just beautiful.
Today, she starts again.