Dryxanne’s Confessions

Yesterday I watched "The Saint", starring Val Kilmer and Elizabeth Shue.

I heard of the movie long time ago, few years back. But never actually watched it until yesterday. And I’ve got to admit that, Val Kilmer really showed his talent there. He acted out in several different language and accent, as "Simon Templar", an international thief ,master of disguise and false identities. It actually amazed me because I never thought of Val Kilmer as a very talented actor.

The film was about Simon Templar (I doubted that it was the cast’ original name, as the cast was told to be rejecting his own "real name", John Rossi.). He’s an international thief, speciality of disguising. He can be a German, a Spanish, an American, a Russian. Once at a task ,he was supposed to steal a Cold Fusion formula from a scientist, Emma Russell. But, Simon fell in love with her, and though eventually he did steal the formula, he did it for saving the woman from the man who hired him in the first place.

I’m not going into details of the film.

The point that interests me was when Simon disguised as a Spanish (or Portuguese? basically Latin…), met Emma, and spent time with her at a resto-bar. Where he made the guess of who Emma was, what Emma’s job was, and how Emma’s life was. All the guesses were true, but shockingly to Simon, Emma could do the same to him.

Not exactly the same lines, but Emma did say something similar like this :

" you hide your fear, your hurt, afraid that someone might see it. you never let anyone near, anyone in. you live a dangerous life…"

Well, at least that’s what I remember.

It just kinda reminds me of my Devil.

Simon, in the contrary of his job as thief, used all the saints’ name as his disguises names. There’s something ironic in there. I can’t explain it, but it just feels contrary and ironic. And the fact that he was so closed, never opened himself, yet he finally fell in love with the first woman who could see the real him without knowing him for long.

Do you believe in chemistry? Do you believe in destiny? Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in soulmate?

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I won’t bring things that far by saying me and my Devil are soulmates. There aren’t enough proofs, yet, to say that. Like Simon Templar said, saints need to work on 3 miracles before they can be honored as saint, Soulmates need a lot of proof to believe it’s real.

Though…

A few times, I could guess what my Devil was thinking about without him telling me. I could feel his feelings, just by the look of his face and eyes. I could tell what was troubling his minds, just by the sound of his voice. But I wouldn’t say anything, partly because I don’t want to believe too much of these things.

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Do you still remember the time when I suggested you to highlight your hair with dark blue? The one that’ll reflect the color only when your hair has sunrays shining on it? I sent the SMS, and you were very surprised because you already had your hair colored that color, just few hours before, and you didn’t even tell me..!! I remember that was the first time you call me a psycho, instead of a psychic, just for teasing me, and it’s become our little joke…

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Do you remember when I blurted out at that Saturday nite, where I poured all the salt on your open wound? Long after that only you admitted, that you learned more about yourself even if it was told by someone else. I guess that was me…?

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Do you remember that you knew what I was about to say on the phone, when we hadn’t met, when I said I thought I liked you…? Maybe that was just small thing…but we barely knew each other at that time, yet you could tell what I was about to say…

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Do you know how much I long for you to be more open to me, how much I long for you to share things with me, your fear, your tears, your pain, your hurt, your life…?

Do you know how much I long for you to be like you are now, where you are able to tell me you miss me without me telling it first, when you want to spend time with me without doing anything other than just sitting together and talk, when you would put your head on my shoulder, waiting for me to hold your hands and arms and hug you..?

You, cuddly, adorable, charming, sweet bear…

I’m dragging this too far…

And I know you won’t like it…You always never like it when I drag things too far and connecting everything to you and eventually lashing out on you.

I’m sorry…

But, my point is, Simon Templar is a thief that uses the saints’s names, and maybe deep inside he wants to be a saint too.

You, my Devil, is someone with an Angel’s heart, although you cover it with your devilish acts sometimes…

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