If This Were a Book: Love Jones

Title: Midnight Verses

Tagline: Two poets. One city. Infinite reasons not to fall in love.

Excerpt: If Love Jones were a book, it would be bound in midnight blue linen with gold-foil script on the

cover—like a love letter you weren’t meant to find. It would read like a jazz set: sensual, imperfect, improvised. The kind of novel you dog-ear at all the wrong moments, just so you can come back and feel them again.

“He read her like a stanza he wasn’t supposed to understand… and she let him.”

I couldn't help but wonder... if Love Jones were a book, would we still be haunted by the one who got away—or seduced by the idea that art might bring them back?

If you ask me, Love Jones wasn’t just a film—it was a jazz-infused novella dressed as a movie. A Black-and-white photograph come to life, saturated in slow burns and deep sighs. And if it were a book? It wouldn’t be shelved under romance. No, darling—it would live on the nightstand. Dog-eared, wine-stained, dangerously underlined.

It would begin with a poem, because all great love stories should.

Something like:

“It’s not that I’m in love with you—

it’s just that when you speak, I feel heard

in the places I thought I’d buried.”

You see, Love Jones is the story of two people trying to heal through proximity—him with a typewriter, her with a camera. Both of them fluent in longing. And like the best books, it teaches us that sometimes, love isn’t a promise—it’s a performance. The ones we give in quiet apartments and smoky lounges. In glances, not grand gestures.

If Love Jones were a book, it would read like a playlist. Track 4 would be sex and regret. Track 8, a voicemail you never delete. And the final chapter? A walk in the rain you weren’t supposed to enjoy—but did.

And maybe, just maybe, it would have a back cover that reads: “For anyone who ever fell in love with someone’s art… and hoped it meant they loved you back.”

So the next time someone says, “Why are you still single?”Smile, take a sip of your martini, and whisper: “I’m waiting on my Love Jones chapter… hardcover.”