The breakdown of a relationship does funny things to a person. Even though they know its the right decision, that ultimatly they are better off without a person there's always that question. Did I really do the right thing?
Take now for instance, its 2 in the morning, I should be asleep. I'm not. I have to be up for work in less than 5 hours so naturally I have the need to call someone and discuss said insomnia problem with them. Unfortunantly there is only one person who would either a)be awake already, or b)wake up enough to talk me into falling asleep, and he's my ex partner. Nowadays I think he'd more than likely tell me to fuck off than lull me to sleep with sweet nothings. Not that I want to be lulled to sleep mind you, I just want to, well you know, sleep.
I find myself analysing love films in a whole different manner. Take this evening, in attempts to fall asleep I subjected myself to some of the worlds most boring films, like Romeo and Juliet, the modern day version. As Juliet walked up the aisle to a chorus of choir music, a smile lighting up her pretty little face, Romeo, waiting at the alter, unable to take his eyes off her. Beautiful right? No, they met yesterday, literely yesterday, this is like the worst day-after-the-night-before EVER. He didn't even get a shag out of it, not yet anyway.