On Loving

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A more thoughtful note today…

Over the weekend, I found my way to Two Days in Paris. I always found Julie Delpy’s works to be cinematically interesting, films impactful in the way that they are dialogue-rich and coated in complexity. So many things heard, so many left unsaid, often over the course of a few hours, a day or so.

At the end, Marion (the woman and Julie herself) had said something raw and wonderful about love:

“It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much…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 think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost.

Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then 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’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent 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.”

Admittedly, finding love is, in its own way, just this simple and just this complicated.

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