"Do we [KNOW] Each Other?..." - Rusty Ryan

[Crepuscolo Sul Mare plays in the background...]
Rusty walks up smiling to a stunningly beautiful dark haired woman
Rusty: Do we know each other?
Isabel: Uh... I think I saw you yesterday...
Rusty: Oh yeah?
Isabel: Yes. I think you were being chased by the police.
Rusty [laughing]: Chasing me? I don't think so...
[CUT TO SCENE where Rusty IS being chased by the police and passes her...]
Isabel: Quite sure it was you...
Rusty: Doesn't say much for the police...


This comes from one of my favorite movies of ALL TIME [OCEAN'S TWELVE]. I've always thought of myself as the character Rusty Ryan [Brad Pitt]. You know: handsome, soft-spoken man who could best be described as "cool"...? His character was always my favorite. I thought he was cool. And I liked his devil-may-care attitude as well. This scene I'm talking about is when Rusty meets the woman who basically changed his life, Isabel. But it aint just the words spoken in the scene, it's this song... This two and a half minute song that just made me fall in love. "Crespuscolo Sul Mare" by Piero Umiliani. It reminds me of a girl I used to know. A girl I lost once before. I can call her my match when it comes to writing. She's like me with her words: Straight forward, thought evoking... full of wonder and life. I love her work, some of the ones about me... but I love her words. She's my ISABEL. Its to a point where I call her "Catherine" [Catherine Zeta-Jones played Isabel] and she calls me "Brad".

I lost her forever, due to that tryst with ShaKira but after awhile I began to keep tabs. I admit, I kinda cyber stalked her for a minute. That [Ex of Mine] link? Yup, that's her. I wanted to be as close to her without being close... I needed her words. I was saddened to hear of her illness, silently rooted for her to overcome. I waited patiently for a new blog... and nothing came. I just sat back and read all the ones she wrote before. I felt the pain in her sentences... the angst in her paragraphs about me and the end of our relationship. The elation and courage to finally let go... of me. I felt it all, and loved every word. Even the unsavory ones about me. [I'm vain like that] And without warning, she added me as a friend on facebook again. I added her with delight... but with caution. One day while I was in class, I decided to reach out... I dialed the numbers I memorized to a tee and sent her a msg: "Hi Catherine" it read. 10 minutes later, "Hi Brad" came back and suddenly we were off on a conversation about nothing, Drake, Nicki Minaj... trading classes, catching up. I was happy to talk to her... if only thru messages [I'll admit, I'm not ready to hear her voice.]. She caught me off guard when she wrote me, "You know...sometimes I miss my friend." "Crespuscolo Sul Mare" played in the background and I was knocked down, like Keri Hilson knocked down.

We rapidly rehashed words about our breakup... we talked about her "I Know" poem and how I wanted to respond. We played around and continued our convo... she thought she ruined it, but she didnt. I enjoyed it. I enjoy our conversations... Because for a moment, I'm back to when we first met... when I first saw this long, dark haired woman walk through the door of cousins wedding, when I surprised her at her crib after a dare... when she threw caution to wind and braved the roads to see me in SC. I'm back there... Back to cigarette and AXE spray scented BERT AND ERNIE shirts... Sex and the city movies.... chicken and macaroni and cheese... hugging her from behind half asleep... I'm back at that place. I admit, I blew the dust off a mix cd she made and listened to it... I was right back in... and i became upset with myself... I let myself immerse into these feelings and I shouldn't have. She doesn't deserve it... But still, today I couldn't help but crank "Crespuscolo Sul Mare" on iTunes... I couldn't help but text her... I couldn't help but think of her...

You know...

I miss my friend...