Maybe We've Grown Out Of Each Other.

I Would Never Complain About One Day Taking Off But It Made Me Painfully Self-conscious For A Long Time.

He's Laughing Me Into A Stupor, She Thought. I Could Heckle, I Suppose, I Could Throw A Bread Roll At Him, But He's Eaten Them All. She Glanced At The Other Diners, All Of Them Going Into Their Act, And Thought Is This What It All Boils Down To? Romantic Love, Is This All It Is, A Talent Show? Eat A Meal, Go To Bed, Fall In Love With Me And I Promise You Years And Years Of Top Notch Material Like This?

I Love Billy Wilder, And I Love The Way That His Films Can Be Very Touching And Very Moving And Very Romantic, And At The Same Time There's Always A Little Cynical Undertone, There's Always Something That Undercuts Things.

Call Me Sentimental, But There's No-one In The World That I'd Like To See Get Dysentery More Than You

In Eight Years Not A Day Has Gone By When She Hasn’t Thought Of Him. She Misses Him And She Wants Him Back. I Want My Best Friend Back, She Thinks, Because Without Him Nothing Is Good And Nothing Is Right.