And I love him.
And I love you, too.
And I love being able to tell you the truth.
And I love faith and loyalty and all that shit. Even now.
And this?
This?
I don't know that this would be what it is on its own.
I mean, this is only what it is because it's something that's between me,
my marriage to Michael, you and your set of things.
- What are my things?
- Nothing I'm criticizing.
I'm just...
I know that if we went for it, we'd lose it.
I think it's still as hard as it is because we never wore it out.
You know, we were just getting to know that we weren't right for each other and then...
You didn't want it.
- No.
- No?
I came to Paris for two months!
You do hold that against me.
I don't hold anything against you.
I was finishing a book.
I was too tired to figure out what you being there even meant.
Well, it should have meant that you wanted to spend some time with me.
- Look... God, it doesn't matter.
- No, no, no. It matters to me.
Because I'm the one who has to see you here.
I'm the one who has to look around Andy's to see these pictures of you in this life.
What?
I was what you needed to be sure of Michael?
No.
No, it doesn't work like that.
I think... I think...
Maybe I've never wanted this to change.
Everything...
Everything changes.
Everything changes but this still hasn't.
Not for me. Hasn't lessened.
I saw you this morning and...
And in the middle of most nights when I can't sleep, I still replay you.
I still replay you.
I always think about you when things aren't going well.