"Marion:
It always fascinated 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 love this one. When I think that its 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"
Engraçado... fiquei sempre com a sensação que eles não ficavam juntos no final... ontem revi-o e fiquei com a sensação que ficaram juntos. Mas o que mudou no filme? Nada, apenas eu.
Hoje em conversa, depois de eu mostrar algumas fotos da minha ida a Belfast, a pessoa vira-se para mim quando mostro esta fotografia do número da porta dele:
- Pois Filipa, parece mesmo que se meteu num grande 31! Olhe, eu conheci o pai da minha filha com 31.
De repente constato a coincidência:
- E eu tenho 31...