The Holiday.

Then, there's another kind of love: the cruellest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It's called "unrequited love". Of that I'm an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you're looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Year's Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back.
I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of Chardonnay you drink 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 that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'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.

4 comentarios:

  1. Me encantó, me encantó. Me encantaría chusmear detalles igual -we are chusmas, viste- jajaja.
    A esperar por EL Miles. ¿O está ahí? Quiero saber!
    Un beso enorme Agnes!

    P.D.: No me dejes con la intriga por mucho tiempo, please jaja.

  2. Sólo quiero decir que esa foto que tenés de Brandon Flowers, me re pone.

  3. Camo: Au contraire, no apareció un Miles, sino que sonó el timbre y estaba Jasper ahí de nuevo... Cuando te vea conectada te cuento ;)

    Fio: Y si, él suele causar ese efecto en las mujeres. jaja mañana es su cumple! Lindo que es :)

  4. me gustaron mucho esos dos pasajes de la película.
    (y jude law también jajajaja)