It's Halloween of 2011. Out of all others, I had to watch this movie. It never gets old, and it never gets tired. This movie came out in a time where we (as teenagers) were full of angst, and on the constant search to find anything to separate ourselves from the majority. Doc Martins, tiny braids, poetry and grunge music set the scene, and I did everything to soak it in.
The Crow had me sold at the soundtrack alone, but when I actually saw the film, I knew there would never be another like it (*ahem* Twi-Hards). There still never will be.
I had broken up with my first love earlier in the school year when this was released. It was tramatic at 15, losing someone who was so dynamic in my life. Nights together listening to The Cure, and the undeniable sense of love between us...I thought we would be together forever. But time eventually healed the wounds, and I moved on. Regardless, this movie cut to the core of how I felt about him.
Years later, we reconnected one night as adults (in a strictly platonic way, mind you). Talking about what we had been doing in our lives and how we used to be. Had I not been in a relationship at the time, I would have seriously considered dating my first love again...but it would only be that one night we would have. It was magical. He kissed my hand as we said goodbye.
A few years later, I got a call that he had passed away suddenly. I could feel a part of myself die at that very instant. As easy as it is to say that I'm romanticizing the situation, I feel strongly that my life would be very differerent if my first love were still around. I treasure every memory that I had with him, and think of him, every time I see this movie...sitting across the room in English class...giving me the longing/forlorn look from under those beautiful brown eyes. Just like the movie said, in keeping his memory alive, I will love/miss him forever.