“The happiest you’ve ever seen me is a smile you never saw?”

Sarah Bloom (Kate Hudson) | Wish I Was Here

Movies mean the world to me. They are one of my 4 passions in life. Movies have the power to change your outlook on reality and make you feel a way that everyday life cannot. Something I like to do is write down my favorite quotes from all the different movies that I watch. I am a self-declared movie buff, so expect to see a lot of quotes in the future. This specific quote is from the movie, Wish I Was Here. I would definitely recommend adding this to your watch list, because it is an incredibly relatable movie with a heartfelt plot, and just the right amount of comedy. And the scene that surrounds this quote is a very powerful scene that I tend to think about from time to time. I hope you all listen next time you watch a movie and writer down your favorite movie quotes. At the end of each blog about quotes I will leave a message to comment with your favorite quotes. I’d love to hear them and add them to my repertoire.

Please comment with some of your favorite movie quotes! ^-^


You Never Forget Your First

You never forget your first date, your first kiss, or your first love. What I have for you today is a creative writing piece about my first love. This was not my first date or my first kiss, but it was without a doubt, my first love. This was, however, her first date and her first kiss, and I would hope, I was her first love. There will be plenty of entries about this girl and how important she was in my life. I’ll never forget her. I hope you enjoy the piece as much as I enjoyed writing it through a veil of tears.

My heart is beating, and it’s not the usual rhythm of thumping that I’ve become accustomed to. Blood is coursing through my veins and I can nearly feel it travel through me. My legs are trembling as I stand and wait. I look around anxiously, but everything is a blur. All that I can identify are the flashing lights that are there to guide me through the night. My glasses are in my pocket, begging for me to grasp them and place them on my face, but my hands are shaking and miniscule drips of sweat are trickling down my forehead. I can’t breathe. It’s almost as if I’m holding my lungs with my bare hands and squeezing tighter than my clenched jaw already is, as I stand here in disbelief.

She looked amazing. I can’t help but to notice how the wind pushes her hair to one side of her shoulder as she opens the door to the lobby. Some rain droplets from outside have taken up residence on the individual strands of her long black hair. She spots me while I still admire her red velvet blouse and jean shorts that cover a small amount of her smooth olive skin. “Hey!” she yells out, and my lips prepare to speak but are so dry that my words topple over each other to form what sounds like a distant whisper. She moves closer and we begin to talk. Our words are muffled by the dull roar of the other patrons in the room and the sounds of the kids smashing buttons in the arcade nearby. After some catching up, I hand her a ticket, and for a mere instant our hands touch. My chest tightens. Her lips curve upward into a faint smile and we continue to the snack bar.

My senses are overwhelmed with the smell of warm butter and popcorn. I need to satisfy my growling stomach, and my barren desert of a mouth. I grab my snacks and we begin to walk toward the showroom, as I try not trip over my own feet. Some empty seats call out to us and we slowly sink into the leather. We were as close to each other as we could comfortably be. Time races by for what feels like an instant and the room goes black. It’s over.

I remind my legs how to stand while, I offer her my hand. The warmth of her palm lingers throughout my entire body. As we walk through the familiar gray halls my mind can’t help but wonder what was to come. I press upon the cool glass door and wait a moment for her to walk by. The scent of lemon and strawberries dances up my nostrils as she passes. The rain outside creates a delicate pitter-patter on the sidewalk. I gaze into her soft onyx eyes which suddenly begin to close. The last thing I see as my eyelids shut are her lips pursed together. She rises up on her toes as I arch forward and our lips meet for the first time. I will never forget this moment.