you know that scene in the 1996 make of romeo and juliet by baz luhrmann during which r and j's eyes catch for the first time through the clear, bubbling water of an extremely clean saltwater fishtank with the yellow one fluttering in the upper left hand corner momentarily blocking the view and claire danes pretends to look away but then looks back again and leo shakes his bangs out of his eyes so as to sneak a better peek and des'ree is singing that amazing song in the backround and there's the violin solo and juliet's dress swirls when she runs away from romeo and he dodges people in the crowd to find her?
i won't pretend i've ever had one of these moments. but today i was in between those towering shelves of beautifully colored book bindings at borders, sitting on a small wooden footstool, minding my own business, lost in the world of saturday by ian mcewan when out of the blue the He of My Dreams, dressed smartly in an unbuttoned dark green blazer (white polo, one button unbottoned) paired with loose chinos and comfortable-looking broken-in and weathered shoes (no socks necessary), peered over his rimless glasses and shook his dark haired bangs out of the way, tucking them neatly behind his perfectly-sized ear, smiled (thus revealing gleaming white teeth lined in two unnaturally perfect rows), and handed me atonement (mcewan's last book).
"this one's my favorite. i love how (insert extremely thorough analysis of briony that subsequently revealed to me that he must be an english major, as if the blazer hadn't already exuded a strong hint of this obvious fact here). you have to read it!"
suddenly swept up in a sea of self consciousness, i managed somehow to find the words to tell him about how i just finished it last night, loved it, and couldn't wait to start the newer novel before i dashed off, wishing i had a flowing costume on fit for a masquerade ball and maybe he'd dodge people to find me. wouldnt that be cool?
just like in the movie.