It always fascinates me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all. Nothing. It hurts so much.
Here it is one more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really loved this one.
When I think that it’s over – that I’ll never see him again like this…well yes, I’ll bump into him again – we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend – act as if we had never been together. Then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less – until we forget each other completely. Almost.
Always the same for me. Break up, breakdown. Drink up, fool around. Meet one guy than another. Fuck around to forget the one and only.
Then after a few months of total emptiness, start again to look for true love. Desperately look everywhere.
And after two years of loneliness, meet a new love and swear it is the one until that one is gone as well.
There’s a moment in life when you can’t recover anymore from another breakup.
And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him.
And even if he wakes you up everyday by sneezing right in your face – well, you love his sneezes, more than anyone else’ kisses.” —Julie Delpy, 2 days in Paris.