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TAKE THE FINAL STEP AND JUST STEP OUT OF IT

Posted on January 30, 2013 by Flan

It took you 22 days to end it. A preposterous thing if you consider the fact that the story itself consisted in barely a couple of encounters and a weekend away. But it is not merely your fault: ending relationships in virtual times is not that simple because one text always leads to another. You and your friends Miele and Bee are lyingon Yuki’s unmade double bed located in her living room. What you love about Yuki’s place is that it always feels like being right in the middle of a jumbo sale, old pieces of furniture scattered around, books lying on the floor, clothes hanging from the wall. What happens in a meeting like this is that you are normally scolded for having ended it screaming at yet another guy in the middle of the
street throwing shapes and real objects like one of Lars Von Trier’s heroines, or for having called the guy in the middle of the night hundreds of times swearing eternal love with the same intensity as Sada Abe. But this time the sentences are bland and obvious.“Why didyou waste so much time and energy trying to explain yourself? You arenot the jackass whisperer,” says Bee. Miele adds: “This was a classic type of lonely-man-entertaining-himself scenario. And then again, all men are lonely. ” Then it’s Yuki’s turn: “You always fall in love with the wrong man simply because he says the right things.” You are confused, you stare at them, realizing that all of you have been spending too much time on Facebook. You are all starting to sound like those aphorisms that people share on their Facebook walls. Now that your one-month-and-a-half virtual love has ended, you have learned a couple of things. Firstly, things that aren’t consummated often reach humongous proportions: it really felt like an emotional
roller coaster. Secondly, when you start listening to Damien Rice all day, it means that you might not have realized it yet but it is already over. “I think all love stories are break ups of a variety of length,” you proclaim. Yuki, who is Japanese Italian like you, sighs: “This sounds very much like Japanese transience in a nutshell. Let’s go out for a drink.” Time to stand up and leave another unmade bed behind. While you walk out of the door of your friend’s apartment you remember that there is only way to end a relationship: you need to take that final step that
allows you to simply step out of it.