The last time I remember wailing over a movie was when I was a college sophomore. I came into my friends’ room and suddenly broke down like all the problems in the world was mine.
I cried because I watched the movie alone. Usually, my friends would invite me to watch it with them while we are in our dorm rooms. But always, ALWAYS, I would sleep over them.
Once, they watched Shutter Island. I slept and woke up to almost all of them shaking and/or crying.
So, after many prodding, I watched that movie. The fact that I watched it alone made it all the more heartbreaking. Because when I watch a movie by myself, I feel like all the emotion that the movie was trying to communicate flowed directly into my senses. I had no one to share the sadness.
Funny thing was, while I was watching it, I did not cry. I just felt sad. I empathized with the actors and the pain they are undergoing. What if I was in their shoes? Every sad smile and goodbye hug seemed to bring, no drown me, in rivers of unhappiness.
When it was finally over, I went to Bemjo and Jennie’s room. They were fixing their desks and chatting with their two other roommates, Ate Jans and Ate Josette. They said Hi to me.
All I remember was saying, “Kasubo”, then I let my body fall on Ate Jan’s bed and cried and cried as if I was there on the film. I felt like my heart would burst any minute. Dinibdib ko talaga.
Like true friends, they laughed at me.
The movie was Love of Siam.
I wonder when will I be able to cry like that again. :]
