(Суббота, 5 апреля 2014 г.)
Today I watched a very sad animated drama film. And I think it impressed me in a bit different way as it could touch others.
Though the main plot line tells about the character formation and the life goals of the hero I was touched by the subplot exposing the love story. Watching tender love and care of two affectionate hearts I couldn't help thinking of my beloved "puzzle piece".
How can fictional love reflect OUR love to such an extent?
One could notice the coincidence since the very beginning of the film when the protagonist Jiro became a design engineer. But as I'm slow my attention was drawn only when I saw the hobby of Jiro's future wife Naoko - she was fond of painting!
Since then I couldn't watch the film without a heartache. When Naoko was in bed and Jiro embraced her lying over her I remembered my Alyosha embracing me in the same manner every time when I am in bed and he is going out the room. I stretch my arms to him and he always comes to me with a slight but tender smile on his face. My arms twine round his neck, snuggling him closer to me, with my fingers running through his hair. Every time I naively think thus will be easier to let him go but, on the contrary, I cannot unclasp my arms. He never struggles and as in short period of time he can't help relaxing I feel his weight pressing my ribs so that it becomes difficult to breathe. But I don't complain! I love these precious moments when I feel my beloved Alyosha as close as possible! I love his broad chest and muscled shoulders concealing me. It's so comfortable to be in this "shelter"! I cannot name the emotions evoked at the time. Am I happy? I never told Alyosha that I am happy with him.. like he did earlier. Sometimes I feel that I AM happy! I am so lucky to have found my real and only one love. But when these words are on my lips at last, something prevents me to tell it to him. An unexplainable fear. To tell the truth I don't know what I'm scared of. Maybe I fear to make haste? It seems this confession is harder to make than love expression. I don't want to torture Alyosha. But every time I want to cry out of hapiness he is in Ukraine. I wait until he comes but the fear always returns with him.
Another moment in the film reflecting how we treat each other showed Jiro working when Naoko was about to sleep. Like Naoko I like to hold Alyosha's hand when he is studying. He patiently tolerates inconvenience as if he takes no notice of it. Deep in thought he takes my hand to his lips and as soon as he finds the solution he kisses my fingers and let them go as he needs two of his hands then. But as I can't help touching him I lie behind Alyosha with my arms around him.
When Alyosha is dog-tired and I am wide-awake I like holding him in my arms stroking him soothingly. If I kiss him I try to do it very carefully for him to fall asleep easily. In those seldom moments when I notice him uncovered (usually he takes the whole blanket making a cocoon
) I cover him with blanket and care.
At the end I shed tears not of unhappy ending but of realizing how deep, tender and all-consuming love I have.
I am happy
Today I watched a very sad animated drama film. And I think it impressed me in a bit different way as it could touch others.
Though the main plot line tells about the character formation and the life goals of the hero I was touched by the subplot exposing the love story. Watching tender love and care of two affectionate hearts I couldn't help thinking of my beloved "puzzle piece".
How can fictional love reflect OUR love to such an extent?
One could notice the coincidence since the very beginning of the film when the protagonist Jiro became a design engineer. But as I'm slow my attention was drawn only when I saw the hobby of Jiro's future wife Naoko - she was fond of painting!
Since then I couldn't watch the film without a heartache. When Naoko was in bed and Jiro embraced her lying over her I remembered my Alyosha embracing me in the same manner every time when I am in bed and he is going out the room. I stretch my arms to him and he always comes to me with a slight but tender smile on his face. My arms twine round his neck, snuggling him closer to me, with my fingers running through his hair. Every time I naively think thus will be easier to let him go but, on the contrary, I cannot unclasp my arms. He never struggles and as in short period of time he can't help relaxing I feel his weight pressing my ribs so that it becomes difficult to breathe. But I don't complain! I love these precious moments when I feel my beloved Alyosha as close as possible! I love his broad chest and muscled shoulders concealing me. It's so comfortable to be in this "shelter"! I cannot name the emotions evoked at the time. Am I happy? I never told Alyosha that I am happy with him.. like he did earlier. Sometimes I feel that I AM happy! I am so lucky to have found my real and only one love. But when these words are on my lips at last, something prevents me to tell it to him. An unexplainable fear. To tell the truth I don't know what I'm scared of. Maybe I fear to make haste? It seems this confession is harder to make than love expression. I don't want to torture Alyosha. But every time I want to cry out of hapiness he is in Ukraine. I wait until he comes but the fear always returns with him.
Another moment in the film reflecting how we treat each other showed Jiro working when Naoko was about to sleep. Like Naoko I like to hold Alyosha's hand when he is studying. He patiently tolerates inconvenience as if he takes no notice of it. Deep in thought he takes my hand to his lips and as soon as he finds the solution he kisses my fingers and let them go as he needs two of his hands then. But as I can't help touching him I lie behind Alyosha with my arms around him.
When Alyosha is dog-tired and I am wide-awake I like holding him in my arms stroking him soothingly. If I kiss him I try to do it very carefully for him to fall asleep easily. In those seldom moments when I notice him uncovered (usually he takes the whole blanket making a cocoon
) I cover him with blanket and care.At the end I shed tears not of unhappy ending but of realizing how deep, tender and all-consuming love I have.
I am happy