(**this was originally written as a Facebook Note and has since then, through all the Facebook changes, been imported to Blogger--obviously**)
by Marlon D Deleon on Monday, May 19, 2008 at 9:39am
in the last couple of weeks
i've seen more movies than i have in a while. as much as i've enjoyed all of
them. my favorite has been one i bought on a whim at Best Buy.
Reign Over Me.
Don Cheadle + Adam Sandler
= more amazing than yes.
I officially love this
movie and everything it is about. it is touching, it's sad, it's funny. It lets
you know how much you love someone and also helps you remember how much you
miss someone. friends are important. communication is integral to life. not
just existing, but real, interactive, compassionate life. if you haven't
already. Watch it. really. if you don't wanna rent it, or buy it yourself, come
over. we'll watch it. and just fall in love with the story.
a few of you have asked me
about the last note i wrote. more specifically to whom the note was directed.
here's the short story,
some of you may already know it, but there's a bunch of y'all that don't.
when i was in the sixth
grade, my class went to camp for a week and i didn't. i spent the week doing my
work in a third grade class. that's where I met Angelina Rose Malfitano.
who knows when they're ten
years old who they want to marry? (if you've seen Sweet Home Alabama you may
have a better idea)
anyway, we become best
friends. in every sense of the word. it was a perfect friendship. and she was
The girl. however. because there was a slight age difference, she told me she
felt just a step behind. example, when i was a senior in high school, she was a
freshman. that just doesn't happen.
we never dated. ever. never
kissed or even held hands. we were Best Friends. we told each other we loved
each other and would walk each other to class. yeah.
in 2001 i drive home from
south carolina, and in not being home in nearly a year and a half, i wanted to
get home. but before i drove to my parents house i stopped at angelina's. her
sister opened the door and she told me she'd get her. mind you, i'm sweaty and
tired from driving all day (more so the last three). I walk inside and see her
come down the stairs in a white t-shirt and black soccer shorts. not much to you,
but you know that scene in Beauty and the Beast when Belle walks down the big
staircase in that golden ball gown? that's what she looked like to me.
we talked in her room for a
little bit, about the start of senior year, and how the Navy has been treating
me. then bringing up the fact that we're in different chapters of our lives,
and that she'd never catch up for our lives to meet, we would never be
together. never.
a little later i left, but
i never stopped loving her.
in the summer of '06 i went
to NY with some folks from DVC. The Wednesday i was there my friend Katie D. called
me and left me a message. later on that day i was sitting on the steps of a
beautiful Catholic Church on 5th Ave. listened to the message and called Katie
back.
Angelina's died in a car
crash.
and right there on the
sidewalk, i lost it.
Angelina now lives in Holy
Cross Cemetary in Antioch. I used to go see her all the time. but without a car
and getting home so late, i wasn't able to in the last couple months. last
Tuesday I took the bus home early and made it out to see her. She's the one the
note was to.
like i said earlier,
I still love you.
