More than the mechanics

The Thomas Crown Affair is one of my favorite movies. It's funny, because it's directed by John McTiernan, director of Die Hard and Predator. It's a great movie, but his commentary on it is so revealing that I think it is as good as any other movie to own.

Eggshells

Amanda is an egg. She is tiny, and fragile, and has many parts that could be easily broken. I feel like I must be defensive of her, and wrap her up and keep her warm, surround her with my protection. Her armour exists, but it is thin and shallow, and I must act as a buffer for it, or when I can't be a buffer, allow her to ablate her pain and rage into me. I can take it in, because I am a vast reservoir of cool and calm, and she can lean on me. I lean back too. I love her, like nights huddled together for warmth when there was little heat, like words that are too sweet to be overheard or remembered, like quiet nights out in the country with a girl, where there is so much space between you and anyone to stop you from feeling the fullest love you can feel. I love her in a way that I can barely describe, and I would miss her, if she went, in a way that I certainly could not know until it came, and I pray that it never does.