Dear Twilight the Movie,
I wish you well on your opening day. I hope you crank out enough ticket sales to warant a sequel or two or three. I shamefully admit, I am dying to come and watch you. Me, the 28 year old amongst the sea of screaming tweens. I am dying to experience the chemistry between Edward and Bella, to watch the action scenes unfold and point out parts of the book. I feverishly pray that my heart will twist and jump just as it did while reading the books. I want to compare and contrast you to the books. I want to observe all the details, take in every inch of the scenry and commit it to memory so when I re-read the books I can picture it all.
I would love nothing more than to sit down in a cold dark room with you, snuggle into the plush velvet seats and wrap myself in a thick sweater. I want to gorge on candy and soda while losing myself in your plot. I feverishly wish I could cry with emotion you and gasp in suspense when you surprise me.
Regretfully, I don't see this happening anytime soon. The absence of a trusty babysitter and lack of funding prohibits my wishes to see you in person. I pray I don't get antsy and search you out on the internet. I hope I have the reserve to wait to see you in all your glory, on a 20 foot screen.
Please, be patient with me.
P.S. I swear I'm not obesessive with you, I just needing a little excitement in my life that doesn't revolve around snot, poop or tamper-tantrums.
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