That awful moment when you learn that this wasn’t scripted. That Will Smith’s character was actually supposed to brush off the whole thing, but Will’s father actually had left him when he was younger and he just fell apart on the set and the hug at the end was from one actor to another, not one character to another.
It’s amazing how you can really go so long thinking you are 100% over something that happened…completely over someone. And then you think you see them walk through the door. And you realize you aren’t. Your colour drains from your face, your heart stops and it gets hard to breathe. You go into panic mode. Not because you’ve wanted to see them..well..not entirely. Partially because you just really don’t want to deal with them anymore. Not ever again. It’s not like you’re mad at the things that were said or done or even at that person anymore. But for some reason…the moment you mistake someone else for them…it’s like the world freezes with terror for just a moment. I kind of hate that.
Never tell me I know something. Never say you know that I know. If I say that something is unknown then that’s what it is to me. You have no clue the things that get lost inside my mind. No clue the lives of mine I’ve forgotten inside. People become blurs and I don’t stay mad. Story’s become fables losing detail with each time told. I am blissful. Though I may be forgetful. Never feel that I am unwell for I am happier than you could ever understand.