Possible Loves Page #6

love is to be found...

not to be sought.

You really think

you're gonna find...

the perfect woman,

custom built specially for you?

- Exactly.

- You're gonna wait...

she only exists in

trashy romance novels.

I am going to wait, nice and

quiet, for my soul-mate to appear...

someone you think you know

already, with instant affinity...

and the certainty of

unconditional love.

This woman is going to

bring me spiritual peace.

Spiritual peace? What

is it you want, a nun?

Love is hard work, man!

Hey wait, it's ringing.

She must be nearby.

I want to stay well

clear of this comedy.

Stick around, come on!

I need your help!

Go on.

Well...

I called you,

and thanks for coming...

- because I wanted to talk to you.

- What about?

I thought maybe you'd tell me.

I'm sorry, Julia.

This isn't right.

I'm deceiving you.

Deceiving myself.

What?

What are you?

A sadist?

As if everything you did

to me wasn't enough...

you had to come back

and do it all over again!

Sorry.

Sorry?!

I hope you die!

Calm down, Julia.

I loved you so much.

I loved you too, Julia.

You were the woman of my life.

What happened to us?

Get out.

Get out, for Christ's sake.

Dad?

- Are you still awake?

- I heard mom crying.

What's happened?

- It's hard to explain.

- What are you doing here?

I thought I could come back.

Do you like mom or Pedro?

Both of them, son.

In different ways.

If only I could

have them both.

- Can't you?

- No.

Sh*t.

Son, look after your mom.

You're the man...

of the house now.

Give me a hug.

Bye, dad.

Yeah!

Come on! Come on!

You played well.

You even scored.

What are you doing here?

- I came to see you.

- You're a talent spotter now?

Want to buy me

for Inter Milan?

Well I might as well warn you,

I'm very expensive.

I missed you.

Yeah, but that's

as far as it goes.

I love you, Pedro.

Can you forgive me?

All right.

Playing by yourself is terrible.

- Let's go home?

- Let's.

- Great goal, that.

- Did you see it?

I felt someone

was watching me.

I play better when

there's an audience.

Stop, mom.

Enough, I can't dance.

- Nor can I.

- There's something I want to tell you.

- Me too.

- Let's be serious.

- I'm moving out.

- Me too.

No, I'm moving out alone, mom!

Really? And who'll

make your breakfast...

your toast, who'll

wake you up for work?

One learns these

things in life!

- It's going to be great.

- Fine!

Mom, stop dancing.

Look at your son.

Sonia, there'll come a time in

our lives when we'll have to part.

I've got to tell you a secret.

- What is it?

- I met a man.

Jesus, mom, what

are you talking about?

You heard it.

Since dad died you never

took any interest in men.

Only out of laziness.

After you meet someone, you have

to hear his whole life story...

get used to his habits,

it's so tiring.

What sort of

dumb theory is that?

And I couldn't imagine myself

naked with another man.

You did that?

Yes! And I'm going to live

with a marvelous old man...

I met playing beach tennis.

Have you gone mad? Beach tennis

used to irritate you so much!

It still does, somewhat.

Well, for the first time in

my life, you've amazed me.

It's just that...

I've discovered that differences

can really be something great.

Mom, you've just saved my life.

- Been waiting long?

- Fifteen years!

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