I admire you

I admire you. Your movies, too. Was it us sitting across a table discussing big ideas? I remember your friend. We all huddled over the papers you had produced white and black. Staring into each other’s eyes we could not predict the future. I want your movies to be a success. I want you to be a success. I look at your wife on your wedding day. Those pictures you shared online stay with me. Sing it. Born digital. You’re right on time. Somehow someone violated your copyright. It’s beyond an injustice. I’m as protective of your ideas as I am of my unborn child. I am a woman. I am your friend. Who said men and women can’t work together? I don’t know your dreams, but I know your heart and the way you reveal it shows me there is hope for cinema. The seventh art so young and fragile. I’d like to get a grip. So many dead art forms. What is a dead language? Who died and made you…? I question immortality and your laugh. Do you know something I don’t? Will I hear it again through your daughter, the one who will be fashioned after you? No, after you. Thank you for opening doors for me. I’m no longer reluctant to cross the threshold.