The Last Song

Riley and I watched The Last Song yesterday night.

I’ve seen it many times, [the first was probably the most memorable since it was at a movie theatre in Ontario and Hannah and I had to evacuate the cinema due to a fire alarm half-way through] and every time is as sad, yet as good as the last.

I own the entire Nicholas Sparks (all hail!) collection of fiction masterpieces as well as majority of his movies.

The Last Song happens to be one of my favourites.

This top-of-the-charts categorization may be due to the fact that it was one of his only novels that was tailored to a younger adult audience (which I was at the time of reading it) and the fact that it was written for Miley Cyrus specifically.

Haters gon’ hate, but Miley Ci was definitely one of my idols back in the day (post-Hannah Montana of course).

I was sitting on the couch with Riley as the movie was playing and tears were just FLOWING from my eye sockets. I know the story by heart and yet there’s something about seeing a little boy cry that just tears me apart.

As the movie ended and we “shut down the home” before bed and Riley asked me why I choose to watch movies that make me so sad?

Truth be told, I don’t know why any of us “chicks” are into these kinds of “flicks” or why we opt for viewing an emotional roller coaster in a nutshell over the course of a 1.5-2 hour time span.

My friend Mylene branded my life as a “Nicholas Sparks movie” after being on the receiving end of my venting and gushing respectively over the past year and a half.

There were definitely tears and fights in my “screen play” last year, but there have also been countless moments of bliss, love, and happiness as my classmate became my friend, then my best friend, then my boyfriend (and room mate).

In Nicholas Sparks books and movies, the characters usually have one thing in common: they share a “once in a lifetime love” where they find their soulmates at some point in the story despite all odds working against them.

As cheesy as this may sound, I found my soulmate last year (despite a heck of a lot of odds, if I might add). If that makes my life a Nicholas Sparksish work of art, then by golly so be it.

#thoughts