"You see, i was, um... seeing someone, back in london. we worked for the same newspapaer. And then i found out that he was also seeing this other girl, Sarah, from the circulation department on the nineteenth floor. Turns out he wasn't in love with me as i thought. What i'm trying to say is i understand feeling as small and insignificant as humangly possible and that you can ache in places you didn't even know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haricuts you get, or gyms you join, or chardonneys you have with your girlfriends. You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood and how in the hell for that brief moment you could think you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince ourselves that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long 'all that' may be, he'll go somewhere new and you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again and little pieces of your soul will finally come back and all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade..."
Iris to Myles in 'The Holiday'
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