𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 #𝟑 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞

“Really? The Notebook? Again?”

I grinned. I love ‘The Notebook’. The length, cinematography, the actors, and their lines. The buildup of their pure and passionate love hindered by cliché difference of status. The long distance they had to endure just to end up going back to where it started by meeting again. The longing, promises and the letters, oh god. I’m a sucker for letters. Who isn’t?

That’s why even if her face shows distaste, we’ll still watch it. My Netflix account, my rules. But to somehow compensate her displeasure for watching this movie for the 3rd time this week, I bought her pizza with pineapples. To even satiate her disgusting palette, I even bought her mint chocolate flavored ice cream. Can she even get worse?

“I hope this will be the last time THIS WEEK, you sociopath. For Pete’s sake, let’s skip the 4th time.”

“Come on. It won’t be that bad. I bought you your favorites, mint choco even. I could just give you toothpaste, but I didn’t. I’ve been generous. Appreciate, love.”

With the endearment, her brows finally maintained their proper distance. I opened my arms as a sign that I, too, don’t want to argue anymore. She gladly entered my private space and soon, my nostrils smelled my favorite scent, vanilla and lavender. Though my girl spits spites most of the time, she still smells like spring. I love spring.

As the movie plays, she ends the irritating distance between us by hooking her arms to mine. With her head positioned on my shoulders, I couldn’t be more pleased. She, my personified peace, here with me. Watching my favorite movie for god knows how many times, but still as attentive as ever. Even reciting some lines that I’ve always gushed about.

We watched the movie peacefully with me casually drawing circles on her hand. I sometimes find her sniffing her way through my neck reasoning that it calms her, but what about my heart? We’re glued to each other like what we always do when we are alone even with my aircon being broken because apparently, sweat is nothing when you have someone you miss in your arms. And I, as a loyal follower of my girlfriend, couldn’t agree more.

Then my favorite movie scene comes…

“𝙎𝙤, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮. 𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮.”

I looked at her and got startled when I found myself looking at a pair of eyes. The ones that send shivers from the tip of my spine to my fingertips. The ones that I get lost to when she’s sharing me new things that sparked her interest like a new scent of detergent, apparently.

“What? Are you getting bored?”

“This is my favorite scene.” Oh.

“This is also my favorite scene! I love how Ryan delivered his lines. Raw and full of emotions.” My heart swelled. All this while I thought she already reached her limit and finally hates this movie.

“No. Not that.”

“No? Then what scene?”

“When that scene from The Notebook comes you look at me.” Oh.

“You are my favorite scene.” OH.

I wasted no time and finally give myself the privilege to taste those soft lips. Wanting to know if it still tastes the same after the last time. The movie became our background as I pour my love to this girl in my arms. I was just trying to piss her off to test the patience she has for me, but I ended up falling even more. Deeper. Bolder. Screw, Ryan Gosling. This is now my favorite scene.

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆.

Wriiten by: J.L. Son