11-11-11

The Holiday:  Iris' monologue ...it turns out he wasn't in love with me like I thought...I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as is humanly possible...and how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had in side of you ...and it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get or how many gyms you join, or how many glasses of Chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends...you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood...and how in hell for that brief moment you could think you were that happy...and sometimes you can 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...