I was seeing this guy and ended up sleeping at his place. What was supposed to be a lovely evening turned out be the moment I found out he is one of the most selfish people I have ever met. Until then, I considered him one of my best friends. I left the house feeling horrible, disappointed and thinking, “There's no such thing as love. I'll die alone.”
That day I was taking the bus from London to Paris, which would mean ten hours of feeling sorry for myself. At one quick stop on the way I saw this couple all over each other; they just couldn't stay away and stop staring at each other for a second. It was magical. At a certain point, they laid down on the dirty grass and stayed there together, so in love. At that moment, I thought, maybe there is such a thing as love.