paris

m-am uitat in sfarsit la two days in paris. primul gand a fost regretul ca, pe langa toate impresiile care mi-au fost impartasite cu mine despre film, nimeni nu imi spusese un lucru esential: ca la filmul asta nu te uiti singur. al doilea regret a fost ca, la 3 dimineata, cand mai aveam o jumtatae de ora din film, am clacat si m-am culcat. am terminat filmul de dimineata, cu cafeaua in fata, cand m-a lovit fix in moalele capului pasajul pe care il si stiam de fapt de cateva zile de aici.

"it always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. it hurts so much. when i feel someone is going to leave me, i have a tendency to break up first before i get to hear the whole thing.
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, 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, break down. drunk up, fool around. meet one guy, then another, fuck around. 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".

so .. this is us.

"there's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. 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 every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses".