What frightens me is that there's no feeling at all. She said it first, and there wasn't much thought to it for me to agree. It just wasn't there. That will, that knowing, nothing. So we smiled and hugged and she got out of the car. It was an "oh well," not some to-the-bone heart-shattering sadness. Only then did it dawn on me that I didn't really love her. I just liked how pretty she was. How sometimes witty she was. But there was too much silence, too much effort, no click. We aren't who we used to be.
Jordan said I'd changed.
She's right, I guess.
Still, it was a pretty fuckin' good movie, Gravity. No matter how high you are, it's what always brings you back down to Earth. Keep your feet on the ground, you.
