from 2 days in paris.

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 its over and I will never see him again like this, well yes, I’ll bump into him. We’ll meet our 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, drink up, fool around. Meet one guy then 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 then 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 where you cannot recover from another break up.