i watched the prestige tonight, and i remembered the first time i saw it. it was in 2006, when the movie was showing in theatres. i watched it with a girl named amanda. i remembered it was on a sunday, the second sunday of thanksgiving break. the prestige was the third movie i had seen with her that week. we had known each other for years, but had only began hanging out for a couple of weeks, and really talking for just a few days. the first night of that break, a tuesday, it became clear to me that something might be there and i should pursue it. the next day, i went to the mall along with a friend, just in case my reception was off, which happens often. we met up with her and her friend (i suspect she thought what i did), we watched the fountain. the theatre was empty, save for two elderly women, who were responsible for getting the group kicked out of the movie, which was caused by amanda and i making out. we hung out afterwards, and spent the rest of the day together. on friday, we watched happy feet, also in a theatre, but, luckily, this time we didn't get kicked out for making out. again, it was on sunday when we went to see the prestige. this was the first time that she didn't seem like she wanted to be there. i learned from her friend the next day, however, she very much wanted to be there, but she wasn't sure where this was going. to tell you the truth, i didn't either. this connection didn't last, to my dismay; i dearly wished for it to come to fruition. and, though it didn't, i moved on. in my current relationship, i feel exactly like as i did almost four years ago. i love her to such extremes, but i know she has to reciprocate my feelings for this to work. i'm head over heels, but if there's no one to catch me, i'll end up collapsed. despite this, i do love her so, i still hold out and stay true, because it's not over and i never want it to be over. if this disintergrates, again, against all hope and wishes, i need to remember, i'll live on and love again, even if i don't believe it as of now.