i'll be waiting for you in the future.
okay, i'll be right there, i'll come running.
I found this film when I needed it the most — it's like it was always sought for in my dictionary of life, and it actually reminds me of a piece of literature I wrote before, which still leaves me bewitched and astonished to be conscious of such thoughts.
it was always so serendipitious to think that the universe was keeping you, just awaiting our timelines to be alike, before colliding with one another — selected beforehand
I would accept and endure a million lifetimes just to witness your existence — just to be parallel with your orbit
think of a world forming bit by bit, molecule by molecule, from microbes to galaxies and remnants of our existence that had already touched, seen, and felt eachother way before we knew each others' names.
maybe we are just mere stardust in galaxies that intersect with bigger celestial bodies our minds can't even comprehend. time really has its ways — it loops and steers into directions we never thought it'd cross;
time will cheat
makoto and chiaki fought way too hard just for the universe to betray a connection linked within the depths of their hearts. it was out of their abilities to ever control time — sure, both of them were time travelers, but from the start, the intersection of their existence was already miraculous. a girl who leapt through time backwards, and a boy from the future where baseball doesn't even exist anymore.
maybe they will meet again, if the cosmos approves of it. but i'd like to think that both of their wishes made the stars align in their favor.
