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- Your world would be easier if I didn't come back
- That's true, but it wouldn't be my world without you in it.


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Noodles Homewood said…
She says she does not love him anymore but then she says "it would not be my world withyou you in it".

Why are (you) women so contradictory? What does she really want?
23 September 2010 at 09:51
AnnaFullStop said…
She cannot love him anymore, they hurt one another too much. But he has been her true love and they cannot stay apart. What she really want is for him to stop running away and to face reality, and reality is that their worlds need, by external factors, to meet again.
23 September 2010 at 09:53
Noodles Homewood said…
I might need to see the whole episode to understand better but if they hurt each other too much wouldn't it make sense to refrain to meet again?
It is a romantic idea to think they are meant to be together but if the overall result is bad for both, maybe is better to be cynical.
23 September 2010 at 10:06
AnnaFullStop said…
In this precise case, they are bound to meet again, because they live and attend the same places, but then again, thing is when you love someone so much and your heart knows he is the one, but the pain is too painful because of all you two did to each other, there's always a need to be cynical at first glance, but also a sense of uneasiness in letting that person go forever, because you feel that you are meant to be, and being not together is just a result of wrong decisions and past actions.
You cannot overcome the pain inflicted probably, but there will always be a part of you believing in that love, that is the power of love I guess.
23 September 2010 at 10:13
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