Sunday, November 22, 2009
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… Well, 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.
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 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’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you 60% of the time, 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.