Fin.

I confessed to Jack that the toughest thing for me was to decide to be with someone for good. The idea that this is it, this is the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. To decide that I will make the effort to stay and work things out and not run off the minute there is a problem is very difficult for me. I told him I could not be with just one man for the rest of my life, which was a lie but I said it anyway. He asked me if I thought I was a squirrel, collecting men like nuts to put away for cold winters. I thought it was quite funny. Then he said something that hurt my feelings. The tone changed drastically. Then I misunderstood what he was saying. I thought he meant that he didn't love me anymore and that he wanted to break up. It always fascinates me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all. It hurts so much.
When I feel someone is going to leave me I have a tendency to break up first before I 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 begin to think of each other less and less 'til we forget each other completely... almost.
Always the same with 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, 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 can't recover anymore from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you 60 percent of the time, or 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.

Julie Delpy
2 Days in Paris