I saw a Spark
You were sitting in front of me at a Vancouver Film Fest Film.
You have red lips, small fists and a penchant for golden elephants.
You laughed, at the most innapropriate of times.
Death scenes, love scenes, scenes where characters ate in complete silence, fell victim to your boisterous cackle.
We shared a moment when you looked back to see that I too had been laughing at the awkwardly placed extras, strolling in the top left corner.
I should have told you then, that I would always ignore the death stares of other movie theatre patrons to laugh, at the ridiculousness of life with you.
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