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 and I'll never see him again like this, ... well yes, I'll bump in to him, we'll meet with our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we'd never been together. The, 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 and 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 is a moment in life that you can't recover any more from another breakup. And even if this person bugs you ... 60% 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.