Waves

The first time I watched Waves, I was 15, and it instantly became my favorite movie. I was completely obsessed with the first half and barely paid attention to the second. Back then, I thought the first part was about love. Now I’m 18, and I don’t see love anymore—I see sadness, fear, and so much unspoken anger. The ending of the first half feels terrifying to me now. The second half, which I used to overlook, has become my favorite. It’s about healing, forgiveness, and what love is actually supposed to feel like. Watching two wounded people love each other with so much softness is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Growing up completely changed the way I understand this movie. I used to think the first half had everything, but now I realize the second half is where its heart truly is.