Titanic - Because you are the son of ocean

It sounds old-fashioned when saying that I have just watched Titanic a couple days ago. That was out of blue, it's 2020 and someone admits that she first enjoyed this incredible masterpiece last Sunday. More outrageously, none of the prolific wails after watched the movie, none of a droplet of tear did I fall. But I know one thing for sure, my soul and heart will record this love and redolent of it whenever the ocean embraces me, and my mind is fatigued after the collapse.

When the ocean asks for his son to return, I can't no longer be selfish keeping you by my side. One time meeting, lifetime aching and missing. Love happens naturally and ends up naturally like its essence. None of my intention and your purpose, we just bump into each other in my most vulnerable and fragile time. That is how love goes? I had no idea about this.

For a moment or spark of your 80 years lifetime, you will meet your Jack and despite all the sorrows and desperation, you will be Rose. Love no matter how miraculous and prodigious the moviemakers paint, deviated from the juxtaposition of 2 discreet hearts. I had struggled with the very tragic love stories. Some are auspicious at the beginning and turns out to be a heart cracking hole at the end. Some are unsound initially but leaving the indelible melancholy inside.

Jack is not the ideal guy, let's make it fair. He is an illegal immigrant spending 20 years of his life on streets and slums and finally makes it on the go when he successfully deceives for 2 tickets. Wandering around France and having sex with some girls. All of those things are romanticized under the engrossing eye holder. You are not the son of the ocean but you are the son of my ocean since your blue eye tolerates my crime of being framed - pretentious daughter.