We are every couple in every movie imaginable, it was a secret joke of ours, but really pretty true.
He was the Joe Fox to my Kathleen Kelly. Me the innocent, slightly naive, caught up in fairy tale, can’t really make anyone upset, him the business man constantly pushing me to stand up and fight but with a secret soft spot. Our back and forth texts all day… “we’re just friends.” But, in a world where Kathleen Kelly is still a little bit stuck on what happened with her and Frank Navasky. And she still secretly wonders how Frank is doing at night despite the fact that she never really loved him that much. Loved him, but not really all that much. Still, he was comforting, and predictable. Reliable. The guilt of how much Kathleen loves Joe compared to how little she loved Frank keeps her up at night. What happens after Harry Nillson’s Somewhere Over the Rainbow Riverside Park meet up? Do they survive, do two people so totally opposite make it work?
He was also the Ryan Gosling in Crazy Stupid Love and I’m Emma Stone- the game changer to his former playerness, the spending late night studying instead of partying, the laughing at his clearly carefully crafted persona. They spend the first night cracking each other up and talking.. But where does that movie end? Is she really a game-changer? What if Ryan suddenly gets scared of commitment and decides the trips to west elm and pottery barn to decorate the apartment you share together and you sleeping in flannel pajamas cause you get cold at night aren’t as fun as the one night stands and the one pillow bed and constant rotation? What about when things get hard? What about when his issues with his parents come up to haunt you and your health gets bad and jobs are stressful and money is tight. Does Ryan stay? Does he bail because it’s easier?
And most of all, we’re Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf, how hilariously and awfully juvenile but it’s the story that most closely resembles ours. My secret guilty pleasure- the show.. and him, dark, brooding, troubled and jaded, but with a kind heart and deep love. Me: confused, back and forth, up and down.
He said to me once “those stories have endings written that way, you can’t write the ending to this.” Dear you, this is me writing the ending.
To quote another movie though, this is not a love story, it’s a story about love.