As we made our way back to my hotel, I asked her if she had ever been in love. "Twice, Jake. Two times. A third I thought I was in love, but I was sorely mistaken."
"Why so?"
"Love is an AVENUE", she responded in a resplendent French accent, "and I was dutifully traveling a one-way street."
Tragic.
"And you, my dear?" she asked.
"Two times, once for real. One time I thought I had what it was that I needed and could return, and once, it was just pure. It was purely that, just love."
"That's the way it goes I guess" she said. "Sometimes people are just 'star-crossed lovers' and that's what you got. You're star-crossed and that's that."
"I don't believe that. I believe that you reap what you sow, and the seeds that you plant every day are your harvest in your old age".
"You're a roman
