I've never been to Venice, nor Paris

"... it's no easy being in a relationship, much less to truly know the other one and accept them as they are, with all their flaws and baggage. You confessed to me your fear of being rejected if I trully knew you, if you showed yourself totally bare to me. You realised after almost two years that you didn't know me at all, nor did I know you. And to truly respect each other we needed to know the truth about each other, even if it's not so easy to take. So I told you the truth, which was I'd never cheated on you. And I also told you that I'll be here always for you as your giving tree. I confessed the thoughest thing for me was to decide to be with someone for good. The idea that this is the one I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. To decide that I will make the effort to work things out and not run off the minute there is a problem is very difficult for me. I told you I couldn't not be for just one person for the rest of my life. It was a lie, but I said it anyway. You asked me if I thought I was a squirrel, collecting people like nuts to put away for cold winters. I thought it was quite funny. Then you said something that hurt my feelings and I hurt yours. The tone changed drastically. Then I misunderstood you. I thought you meant you didn't love me any more and wanted break up. You wanna break up with me? It always fascinates me how people go from loving you madly, to nothing at all. Nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone will 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 you again like this, well, I'll bump into you, we'll meet our new significant ones, act if 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. Drink up, fool around, meet someone else, then another, fuck around to forget the one and only. Then after a few months of emptiness, start again to look for true love. Desperately look everywhere and, after another 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 cannot recover any more from another break up. I feel like this now. Even if you bug me 60% of the time, I still cannot live without you. And ever if you meet me up every day just for complaining about your life, well, I love your bad humour and grumbling more than anyone else's kisses."

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