I'll Never Stop Loving You.

You don't have to know that I waited until the plane disappeared into the clouds.

When it did, I know better that I'll never see you again. Or think of you again. But deep inside there's a part of me that won't let you go even though the plane is now gone and I'm driving home to the apartment. The apartment you and me did all our loving, laughing and teasing. And fighting, until it got so bad we had to make a decision to stop talking to each other so that we could lead a separate life, to move on, to catch up on things we had put on hold in order to fall in love. And now that we are all out of love and find out it was all for nothing but a hoax, one big bubble that won't hold out long enough in the rain, I don't think it's a good idea to analyze what went wrong. You know better that I don't have the brain for it, you told me that a million times that I took it as the part of me you had to live with long enough until you discovered a man ain't much of a man if he can't even discuss Ibsen or Pinter or people like that. And so I took up two shifts, cutting meat or spending my time in the kitchen of a chef who taught me a thing or two about how to boil an egg. It was then that you realised you married a wrong guy. You wanted someone to discuss things but what you got was a butcher with a collection of German knives you find repulsive because you didn't see the point why men go to war and you hated this guy named Ronald Reagan.

We became different after being too similar. But that's how it is. People change. I married you because I had thought it was the right thing to do. You were so right. How was I to know it could turn out so wrong. Of course there was no way of knowing it would go this way.

No, Catherine, I don't have any regrets. I'm glad things happened that way. Maybe I'll see you again. Or maybe I won't. But that doesn't really matter because once upon a time, we were so in love. I know that I did. And I like to believe that you loved me too. This is enough for me to move on. To live day by day knowing that once in my life a woman called Catherine took my heart away and never gave it back.