-I was seeing someone back in London. We work for the same newspaper . And than I had found out that he was also seeing this other girl Sara. It turned out that he wasnt in love with me, like I thought. What Im trying to say is that I understand feeling this small thing that kills you from inside. And it isnt matter how many haircuts you get or gyms you join , how many glasses of champagne you drink with your girlfriends you still go to bed every night looking at every detail and wonder what have you done wrong or how you could have misunderstood and how in the hell for that moment you could think that you were that happy ? And sometimes you cant even convince yourself that youll see the lion show up at your door. And after all of that however long that may be you go somewhere new. And you wish you may meet people that will make you feel worth world. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back . Those years of your life that you have wasted.

-Ohhh fuck! You need this more than I do (vodka) .

-Yeah.