The Fault in Our Stars

For a week, my world revolved around the lives of Hazel Grace and Augustus Waters (well, mostly on Augustus Waters). The movie was the talk of the town last summer but hearing that it was about cancer and dying, the little interest that I endowed it with was overshadowed by the other movies shown at that time.

So it was about two bright teens with bleak futures having diagnosed with terminal cancer. They met at a support group and jelled right away  (like I did when I bumped into my Augustus Waters with whom I talked -or  texted- about a book or a movie or nonsense with all night).

I wonder why most find it sad. It's sad yes but the fact that they were able to find their forever in so little time that they had is something to celebrate with them.

Self-expression or if I may say, flirting, has come a long way: from the coy glances and poker faces to staring competition and texting marathons. Misunderstandings or waiting can be daunting  so there's nothing better next to saying what you feel out right when it feels like the right time. That will spare everyone from sleeplessness and the agony of suspense for the answer, whether it may be acceptance or rejection.

So, how hooked am I (with Ansel Elgort especially)? Well, I watched the movie twice, read the book (where I freely visualized Ansel as Gus and finished it in three days), saved the movie soundtrack in my Spotify playlist and watched Divergent as well despite his little participation.

It was his eyes (that seem to bore right into mine) and his lopsided smile and the way he speaks; the passion in every syllable, the mischief...