but you never talk to me. you always talk to peter.

Remember when we used to be obsessed with loveactually in jc? The time was sprinkled with the dust of some kind of simple glowing magic, in my mind it is (though 'growing up' was hard).

We would finish each others' sentences with quotes from loveactually, with the accents and timing all right. Desiree was obsessed with Glasgow love theme and Corrie played it endlessly on the piano. And having to watch it every christmas.

I wonder that the movie connected us, though I don't know exactly who us is. But I rewatched it again that day and felt that glow, which conjures images of the garden tables, big shady maroon umbrellas, beige classrooms, the glossy transversion bag I used to carry to school, carol's red and white shoes, cold milo from the canteen, and the wonderful simplicty of a black box with lights.

“She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.”

Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov