The Holiday

I have 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'm more than willing to believe

Shakespeare had.

I suppose I think about love

more than anyone really should.

I'm 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.

It's 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 Christmases,

the worst birthdays.

New Year's Eves brought in

by tears and Valium.

These years I've been in love have

been the darkest days of my life...

...all because I'm 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.

Oh, Jasper.

- Don't tell me you're still...

- No, no, no, that's over. Very over.

What's the story with you two anyway?

You were shagging him, weren't you?

More importantly, I was in love

with him, truth be known.

Then you found out he was shagging

that drip from Circulation.

Which is when I stopped

shagging him.

We shouldn't be talking

about this at the office party.

But I always see you two together.

He cheated on you,

but you stayed friends?

I was head over heels, you know?

Everyone knew.

- Does it look like I'm crying right now?

- No, no, no.

No, it just looks like it's the smoke

from my cigarette.

Did he ever actually tell you

that he loved you back?

Yes. Three, almost four times.

And when I reminded him of that...

...he said it must have been an answer

to a question.

Which, by the way,

it absolutely was not.

You know, Iris, when you catch

your guy with another woman...

...you're not supposed

to stay friends with him.

You're supposed to never

talk to the prick again.

You're supposed to throw things

at him, scream, call him names.

Not do his blooming laundry.

I don't do his laundry.

Did someone tell you

I do his laundry?

No, no, all we do now is...

...we e-mail.

Not when he's with her, of course.

Also when he's not with her,

we talk on the phone.

Sometimes for hours. And then

there's the occasional long lunch.

You know, I never realized

how pathetic you are.

Really?

Oh, God. I'm so aware of it.

They always know just

how to get us, don't they?

He knows whenever he wants

back in your life...

Actually, he has made some small

comments like that recently.

He hasn't exactly come

right out and said it...

Iris, did you file your story?

Oh, no, not yet.

Down to the wire. Sorry.

Better go.

Groom's best friend spoke...

...for many guests

when he said, "Hilary...

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