Iris: I have found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said, “Journeys end in lovers meeting.” Oh, 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 1)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 2)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. ①We 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, ②New Year's Eves brought in by tears and 3)Valium. These years that I've been in love have been the darkest days of my life, all because I've been 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.
(Iris finds out that the guy she's been in love with is engaged. She's feeling depressed before Christmas Eve. She's trying to kill herself…Computer beeps. )
Iris: What am I doing? Low point. Low point.
Iris: (reading Amanda's messages) I'm interested in renting your house. I'm wondering if your house is available this Christmas. Because if it is, you could be a real lifesaver. I know it's ridiculously late to be asking, but if you're at all interested, please contact me.
Amanda: (reading Iris' message) I'm very interested, but the cottage is really only available for home exchange. (writing to Iris) Home exchange. What is that? (reading Iris' message) We switch houses, cars, everthing. I haven't done it before but friends of mine have.
Iris: (writing to Amanda) Where are you? (to herself) Please say somewhere far away. (reading Amanda's message) L.A.?