Rachel McAdams, Please Understand Me
Rachel McAdams, you are an adult, and I, too, am an adult. I have experienced the battering of life in a way that children have not–and should not, for they are precious in their innocence. But as such I have left those childish things behind and entered into a world of rationality, patience, and acceptance. Rachel McAdams, I know you but you do not know me. We both understand that that will never change. We might even come to respect the deep divides between us as they are just another facet of this complicated but ever-fascinating world. But I still hold out hope that you might at least know my heart.
There was a time, Rachel McAdams, when my love for you would have poured over the meniscus of my heart and into the floodwaters of my very soul and I would have been forced to follow in the onward rush. To put it simply, Rachel McAdams, I would have thrown myself at you. It would have been unpleasant. No one would have gotten what they wanted out of the exchange. And yet, I think now, with some perspective, that there are times when you need those disappointments. It’s useful! I am not sure what has buffeted and repelled you if anything in this world, but I genuinely hope for your sake that something has if only because of how much you learn from those refusals. Rachel McAdams, it is OK to truly understand the meaning of the word “no.”
There you stand, and here I stand, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I have learned from the past, Rachel McAdams, which is all you can really ask of the past: to show you an altered future. It is comforting, actually. It is comforting to know that people can and do change, constantly, we are changing right this instant. But I hope you never change. Because I love you just the way you are. Now just let me TAKE YOUR FUCKING PICTURE, JERK. (Image via BuzzFeed.)
Previously: Megan Fox, Please Understand Me