- ever since you and i broke up, i've wanted to have a normal conversation, just a normal conversation with you. and i just feel like everytime i see you, it just gets like so wierd and chaotic and scrambles, and i can't organize my thoughts and i can't even express the most basic words i want to say to you.
- i know. me too.
- whatever we had when we were together, when we were in love that feeling of just being able to lie in bed for days and not give a fuck about the outside world... is gone. and i feel like there's nothing i can do to ever get it back. dyou know how painful that is?
- yeah, yeah i do. i cried for weeks when we broke up.
- you cried for weeks?
- yes. the hardest thing i've ever dealt with in my life.
- how long did you go through that?
- a long time. a long time. i mean, the first month, it was so fucking bad. and then you know, slowly, it gets better.
- that's the difference between you and me, london. i'm still going through it.
и знаете, что мне это напомнило
здесь нет обвинений, нет упреков
мне это напомнило другой диалог, о нем я вспоминала некоторое количество лет назад:
- Hey, come back here! I'm not through with you yet!
- Well, I'm through with you!
- You know, with you it's always "me, me, me"! Well, guess what! Now it's my turn! So you just shut up and pay attention! You're mean to me. You insult me and you don't appreciate anything that I do! You're always pushing me around or pushing me away...
- Oh, yeah? Well, if I treated you so bad, how come you came back?!
- Because that's what friends do! They forgive each other!