ever written about love to be true.
Shakespeare’s said,
“Journeys end in lovers meeting.”
Oh, what an extraordinary thought!
Personally, I have not experienced
anything remotely close to that,
but I’m more than willing
to believe Shakespeare had.
I suppose I think about love
more than anyone really should.
I’m constantly amazed by its sheer power
to alter and define our lives.
It was Shakespeare who also said,
“Love is blind.”
Now that is something I know to be true.
For some, quite inexplicably, love fades.
For others, love is simply lost.
But then of course,
love can also be found.
Even if just for the night.
And then there’s another kind of love,
the cruelest kind,
the one that almost kills its victims.
It’s called unrequited love,
of that, I am 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.
- Iris
Weird.
Kissing a total stranger.
- Amanda
Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies
and we have the best friend.
You, I can tell, are a leading lady,
but for some reason
you’re behaving like the best friend.
- Arthur
Brutal but brilliant. Thank you.
- Iris
Graham: I think we should go into town.
Amanda: What do you mean?
Graham: I think you should get dressed.
We should take a drive. Get some lunch.
And get to know each other.
Amanda: Really? Why?
Graham: Because I’m running out of reasons
why we shouldn’t.
Aren’t you?
When you put it that way, it sounds awful.
I have no defense except that
until I get to know someone really well,
it’s easier for me
to be a normal single guy.
Because it’s way too complicated
to be who I really am.
I’m a full-time dad.
I’m a working parent.
I’m a mother and a father.
I’m a guy who reads parenting books
and cookbooks before I go to sleep.
I spend my weekends buying tutus.
I’m learning to sew.
I’m Mr. Napkin head!
I’m on some kind of constant overload,
and it helps to compartmentalize my life,
just till I figure this out.
- Graham
Miles: Let me rephrase this.
Why am I attracted to a person
I know isn’t good?
Iris: I happen to know the answer to this.
Because you’re hoping you’re wrong,
and every tine she does something
that tells you she’s no good,
you ignore it, and every time
she comes through and surprises you,
she wins you over and
you lose that argument with yourself
that she’s not for you.
It turned out that he wasn’t in love with me,
like I thought.
What I’m trying to say is,
I understand the feeling as small
and as insignificant as humanly possible,
and how it can actually ache in places
that 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 deatil,
and wonder what you did wrong
or how you could have misunderstood.
And how in 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.
- Iris
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