TragicallyInept

Anniversary by Gary Anderson As I walk along the beach near my rented bungalow, the moon illuminates my immediate surroundings. In the distance I can see her approaching me. I don't know that it is her yet, all I see is the exotic red and blue dress. I recognize the dress as one I saw once in an old brochure on Russian culture. She seemingly glides towards me, leaving no prints in the sand. I stop walking and stare at her. The beauty that she possesses, is apparent as the moon casts light across her face. Soon we are face to face, and I notice then, that I am trembling. I find myself intimidated by her presence. I look down at the sand, and she then reaches out and takes my chin in her hand, raising my head up. I look into her eyes, and feel a calm come over me. She smiles, and then her hand moves up and wipes a tear from my cheek, that I don't even know is there. She leans closer to me, and kisses me softly on the cheek. I close my eyes as her lips touch my skin. When I open my eyes I am alone again. I turn around and see nothing. My breathing becomes heavy and labored Looking down, I notice that in front of me, leading to my bungalow are a fresh set of footprints, but when I look behind me, there are only my own. I sit down on the sand, as I try to wrap my head around what just happened. It isn't you, it can't be you. But it is. You have returned to me, one year later, just as I always dreamed you would. As I sit on the sand, I stare at the newly created footprints heading to my bungalow. It is impossible, but it is true. You have returned. Once I arrive at my doorstep, I stand there, hesitating to go in. Closing my eyes I turn the door knob, swinging the door open, to reveal the silhouette of your naked form, moving across my bedroom, twenty feet away from where I stand. I swallow hard as I shut the door. I remove my sweater, and hang it on the hook beside the door. "Come in here, darling." I heard. I enter my room, and see her laying on the bed, the moonlight casting over her body. "I've been waiting for you." She whispers. I stand in the doorway, not sure what to do or to say. She sits up, peering at me. As I looked into her eyes, I am suddenly reliving the crash. The car running off the road as we made our way from our wedding, mere hours before. The tears that fell at the wreckage as she died in my arms, as well as the tears that have fallen all year since. The depression, the failed suicide attempt, and the seven months of therapy. I absorbed a years worth of pain and anguish in a single blink of an eye. "Honey?" I walk over and sit down beside her. Her hands find my neck, as she rubs my skin with her gentle touch. "I'm here for you baby. Just like we had always wanted. Better late than never, as they always say, right?" I close my eyes and shake my head. "I can't." I whisper. She stops, and rests her chin on my shoulder. "Why not?" I feel tears sliding down my cheeks. I close my eyes, hoping to stem the flow. "Because...because," I stammer. She wraps her arms around me and begins to nibble on my earlobe. "Why?" she cooed. "Because this isn't real." She continues to kiss me. "Reality is a state of mind, love." I shake my head slowly. pulling away from her. "You're not real. No matter how real I want you to be, you'll never be real." She climbs off of me, and moves over to the head of the bed, her back against the headboard, and stares at me. I can't look at her. "We never got to express our love for each other. We never consummated our marriage. We were cheated." I put my head in my hands. "I'm sorry." I stand up and walk out of the room, away from what I had dreamt of for the past twelve months. Away from the only woman I had ever truly loved. I stop at the door and turn back to look at her. She slowly pulls the cover up to her neck, covering herself. As I shut the door behind me, cool air sweeps over me. I can hear her crying, as the door clicks shut. A sound I'd become accustomed to since the crash. Her cries had become embedded in my brain. They still haunt me to this day. The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed, alone. I sit up and looked around. The window is open and the air is cool on my sweat covered forehead. I look out the window, almost expecting to see my bride, twirling in her red and blue dress. Although I knew she wouldn't be there, I nevertheless, found myself saddened. I lay back down and close my eyes, awaiting sleep to come for me. "Happy Anniversary, love." I whispered.

eh, just another reason for me to hate Wal-Mart! lol (just saying that because I don't have the bonus disc)

I saw someone post that the Tell me Why video (live) was on the Hitch DVD. I have the Hitch DVD and it's not on there. What's the deal? The only music video on there is Amerie's "Just One Thing". It's got a featurette, a gag reel and some deleted scenes, along with the obligatory previews, but nothing else. Where's this live video at?

hmmm...who's Ted?

That video is what brought me to this site looking for it.... I have to say the only qualm I had with it was that it uses some of the same footage repeatedly (Will putting his hands to his mouth in Bad Boys, the zoom in on NY, the crosshairs in Iraq, the fingersnap, etc). But all in all a very good video to a very good song!

For some reason Will Smith gets smacked around in the media and by so called hip hop heads for being soft, wack, or not real. I mean, he addresses a lot of that on his new album, and I liked how he joked on Angie Martinez in an interview on how his life's mission was to get played on Hot 97 because ever since Summertime dropped they haven't played anything. Angie: Come on, we played your stuff since then. Will: You played um...Wild Wild West, but that was because Sisqo was on it! lol...then he talked about how he was gonna suckerpunch someone on the news the next night, getting Angie to say, "Oh that's not what it takes!" lol I love me some Angie though, I ain't gonna lie. But seriously though, Will gets clowned by so called hip hop fans and act like nobody takes him seriously. I mean he's worked with Snoop, Mary J Blige and MANY of the hip hop elite. The man is a very intelligent and entertaining cat and he doesn't sell his soul to get record sales (like avoiding the obvious path of going after Eminem for his comments, which I never really saw as any diss towards Will to start with, more of a diss to the people who point out that Will doesn't curse so why should Em?). Too many ignorant people out there.

thanks! I found a link to this site from youtube and was trying to get the "Why" video with Mary J. Blige. As much as I post on forums it shouldn't be TOO long..lol

I found I can't access the audio/video though...it keeps telling me I have to be a registered member and post, but I've done both things...hmmmm....

Hello everyone! Just joined up on the board! Good to see people giving Will the respect he deserves.