La La Love
“And how amazing was La La Land,” I asked my friend on the phone last night while we were going back and forth about movies.
To my surprise, she said with surprise, “You liked La La Land!?”
“No,” I said with confidence. “I loved it. It’s probably one of my favorites ever.”
“I just didn’t feel Emma Stone in that part,” she explained.
“I hear ya, but I wouldn’t have cared if she was played by a goddamn rhinoceros. It was the way he loved her. That’s all that mattered to me. I couldn’t breathe from him.”
And with that, right there, as I heard myself say those words, I figured out why I loved La La Land so much.
We think we miss being loved. But the truth is, we miss giving love more.
At least that’s the way it is me.