I’m going to sum something up in words so extraordinary that I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before.
(This concept is stolen from a good friend.) 
I tried to write it ou.
I saw a movie once. I felt engaged the entire time- I didn’t look away- I cried and laughed, and I began to feel more for the characters than I thought I could. My heart lept when they succeeded, and when they fell, my tears came. In my comfortable seat, eating popcorn, I hardly noticed when the ending came. The credits rolled and there I was- happily in my seat. I didn’t notice the credits had no faces, or that the story was over- I sat and listened to the music- I enjoyed the song. I closed my eyes and relaxed for a while- I didn’t notice as the music grew softer- but then the lights came up. My seat was still comfortable and my popcorn still needed to be finished. They came to clean the theater and ready for the next movie looking at me strangely. I sat in my seat and remarked how good of a movie it was- I tried to tell them the parts that touched me most- but they were too busy cleaning- they didn’t notice my tears when I recalled the ending, and I didn’t really notice when they left. The music had stopped, as much as I wished for it to go on, the movie was over, my popcorn wasn’t empty- but it was time to leave. It didn’t matter, the projector doesn’t run on wishes. It didn’t matter, anymore.
