"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 am 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 for just one man for the rest of my life. It 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, so I laughed. Then he said something that hurt my feelings. The tone changed drasticly, then I misunderstood what he was saying, I thought he meant 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. Nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me I have a tendency to break up first before I get to 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 girlfriend and boyfriend, act as if we'd never been together... then we'll slowly think of eachother less and less, until we forget eachother 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 emptyness, 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, untill that one is gone as well."
