Many years later things have changed completely. Dreams left
behind, some have dissolved in reality, forgotten about, or simply left in the
past. I still get inspired by that 19 year old girl, falling in love with a
city, with a boy, with winter in February.
So many chances ahead of them. He "rooted" in one
place, with very deep roots. She - in love with the world, and its possibilities
and impossibilities, a dreamer, while he had both his feet on the ground - or
perhaps she didn't know him at all.
Limelight's gone. That place, that night, years behind.
Edinburgh has a new scent now, new stories have replaced
theirs. When she shuts her eyes, she can't remember the trip but she can still
feel it.
She wonders where the story ends. It never seems to end. It
goes on whenever she closes her eyes, smells that old perfume... What's real
anyway? Who can tell for sure that reality isn't what happens when we are
actually dreaming? Who can tell for sure that the past is left behind forever,
and the present is happening right now?
What are dreams, memories, feelings? The beginning, the end
of Juliet and Daniel's story. Each and every moment, word, misunderstanding, whatever
brought them together and set them apart.
The stars, the songs, vanished places, magic, theater plays,
day trips, photographs that tell no story. Double deck buses and escalators
frozen in time, and broken into pieces - put together again when I remember
that 19 year old girl and that 17 year old boy.
Two different people nowadays, who sometimes say hello to
each other.
And they know their story was two different stories. They
know that for Daniel, she was a pretty girl, who inspired his poetry, whose lips
he wanted to kiss, whose perfect body he wanted to touch.
For Juliet, he was a possibility of an enchanted prince on a
white horse, whose love for her would last forever. It would never fade away.
It was vaster than the world. The possibility of his love was the courage she
took to get lost in the world, where she looks for her roots.
