Iris: I’ve found almost everything ever written about love to be true.

Shakespeare said ”Journeys end in lovers meeting.” What an

extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything

remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe

Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really

should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define

our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said ”love is blind”. Now that

is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love

fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can

also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there’s another

kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its

victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most

love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But

what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who

fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We

are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the

walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great

parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I

have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The

absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas’, the worst

Birthday’s, New Years Eve’s brought in by tears and valium. These

years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life.

All because I’ve been cursed by being in love with a man who does not

and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart

pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can’t swallow! All the usual

symptoms.



Iris:It doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get, or 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 the hell for that brief moment you could

think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even 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

peices 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.


Her lines are classic!