All language subtitles for Red_Shoe_Diaries_S03E09_480p_WEBRip_BTW_30NAMA

Dear Red Shoes, Have you ever been
affected by something you've seen in a

movie? I mean really affected.

Haunted may be a better word.

It happened to me during my first year
of college.

I went to a film one afternoon in
between finals to rest and just let my

mind wander.

It was about these two couples who were
on vacation together and somehow ended

up all going to bed with one another.

By now I think you know where this
letter's heading.

My love for Raymond.

It's difficult to believe one small word
can express adequately my feelings for

him.

Sometimes I believe that the only reason
I was born, the only reason I

live, is to love him.

At the core,

Take the rest of the world away.

And you'll have our love.

It is all-consuming.

Here's my life.

But still I'm haunted by the images of a
film I saw when I was in my first year

of college.

Two couples went on a vacation with each
other.

old friends.

No,

it was a cafe floor. We stayed there
till 6 a.m. 2 a.m. You see, he never

remembers that thing about it.

I'm pretty sure it was a cafe.

Oh, no, wait a minute. I don't screw up
the facts because I have the facts.

You have soundbite. How can you screw up
the facts because you have no facts?

At least I have the facts. I have two
pages.

Julia had always been more outgoing than
me, more at ease with her body, and I

admired that.

Sometimes I secretly watched her and
wondered how she was with Marcus,

the way she touched him and the way he
touched her.

Maybe I was a little bit jealous because
they had something special between the

two of them.

Maybe... They were jealous of me and
Remy, too.

Perhaps sometimes, even when people are
very close to each other, there are

always secrets between them.

I had never loved anyone like the three
of them.

If someone told me that I had three
minutes left, I think I would spend that

time thinking about that night.

We had been dancing all together before
many times, and kissed and

hugged, walked together arm in arm.

Their bodies were familiar to me.

Maybe sometimes a kiss or a touch lasted
too long.

That night I felt something I can't
explain.

The sense of foreboding.

I remember looking at the others and
thinking, these are the three people I

love most in the world.

We seemed a sacred circle, and nothing
could come between us.

I saw a road in the building back there.
Why don't we make a run for it?

Yeah, that's a good idea. There's no car
coming down this way.

You guys, we're going to make a run for
it. Hand me the black one and the black

one for a minute, okay? Sure, quick.

I know, there's no car coming down here,
honey.

Quick run for it. Hold on.

What is this place?

I don't know.

Can't go to sleep without her telling me
a bedtime story.

Tell us one.

Yes, go ahead.

Once upon a time, a very long time ago,

there used to be four friends.

Two couples who liked each other and
trusted each other.

and told each other secrets.

They were the best of friends.

And once, while on vacation in a faraway
country, a long way from home,

the unspeakable happened.

Without saying a word, they reached out
for one another.

It was raining outside.

All they could hear was their hearts
beating.

There was no turning back.

I feel the fire inside you.

Let it show.

Don't get too hot now.

You feel the fire within you.

Let it show.

Life is a candle.

Love is a cross.

You find the fire.

I found you.

Let it show.

You feel a flood within you.

It feels too hard to hold back.

You better let it go.

That night was extraordinary.

Why? How we got there.

The accident.

The circumstance.

Fate. Whatever you call it.

We found ourselves in a separate world.

Drift away.

Far, far away.

The rain.

The silence.

The strangeness of the place.

We were all somewhere we had never been
before.

Never even imagined.

And there was magic somehow.

Somehow we just let go.

Time stopped.

Everything stopped.

We were simply there, being, aware of
their immediate presence.

We were free.

Sometimes life does imitate art.

And in case you're wondering, just like
the couples in the movie that haunted me

so. We never talked about it afterwards.

And we never judged each other.

In the end, we all came to realize that
what we had shared that night, our

secret, actually brought us closer than
ever.

We'd crossed the line.

We'd come back very much alive.

When reality came around, we had to face
the truth, the God's honest

truth of what we had done.

We could place no blame.

We could not judge.

We had done it together.

And we were all guilty, all innocent.

Life isn't a game.

How is it now?

You feel the fire within.