One Day

I was intending to post something about this scene, about what she said to him. They're exactly captured in the subtitles. Apparently someone took a liking to this scene as well :D

"I love you, Dexter. So much. I just don't like you anymore."

When I was younger, I used to think that "like" and "love" were words you could use interchangeably, although I did realise that "love" had a stronger feeling attached to it. As I grew up, I found out that "like" was nothing like "love". I could "like" something very much, but I might not "love" it. So all along, all my life, I thought "love" was the stronger word regarding one's feelings to another. Technically it's not wrong to say that, and I do actually agree on that point, but this line here set me wondering and redefined my perspective of these 2 words.

It was always "I like you a lot, but I love someone else." It was rare, or I might even say, somewhat impossible, to love someone but not like them. So when I first saw this scene, I was very intrigued. He was an asshole to her, and she, she did not admit how much she wanted to be with him, nor did she dare to. Secretly they wanted each other, but they were both too haughty to admit.

But when she felt like he was pulling away, or she, too, was doing the same, she couldn't help but realise that their relationship was built upon rocks so shaky that they could give way anytime. One wrong sentence sparked their departure. On hindsight, the decadence was not inevitable, but it hinged on the fact that both of them, in an attempt to make the other so, so jealous, sacrificed the happiness that was presented right in front of them and squandered it away to their own egos. They thought they were entirely different people - they could be friends, but never lovers. They pretended that they could just be friends but couldn't help being jealous of each other. Such is the devastation of assumptions and wilfulness.

To know that you love someone but not like them is probably one of the most painful event that one has to go through. I love you so much and want the best for you, but I can't take anymore of your crap. I thought she'd been thinking that. She ran off afterwards. She needed to find a reason to like him again, or let time dissolve the disappointment, before she could truly like and love him again.

I thought this happened to us before.

But I think it's over now. We're good.