Why did I leave the theater tonight feeling sad? (If you haven't seen the movie and plan to, stop reading because I'm about to talk about the ending.)
I can't shake the melancholy off, and I am worried that I know why. It's because I was Summer, isn't it? I was the girl who had someone's heart and I broke it. I wasn't dishonest (quite the opposite-- we both knew what we were signing up for), but neither was Summer. Tom knew that she didn't want anything serious all along. I wasn't mean or intentionally hurtful. Neither was Summer. But oh! The pain that she caused! Tonight the pain that I must've caused is feeling more acute, perhaps it has been ripened with time and a more mature heart. Of course in the end we all have ended up with who we were meant to be with. She is so much better with him than I would have been, and I have no doubt that my husband is my perfect match. Why do I feel so bad then? I hate knowing that I hurt someone, even though I know he is grateful and happy (now) that I did. Is that weird? Is this familiar to anyone else, or am I a little crazy? Maybe I have some apologies left to say? Not sure.