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- You've seen better days. - Do you mind me showing up unannounced?

- Don't be silly. - I'm on my own today.

And you're complaining? Don't.

Henri went out with the children to see some old Chaplin movie.

You know the Tramp never made me laugh.

Cut the act, Claire.

- What's going on? - Nothing.

Please, no need to pretend with me.

He left me.

It'll have been 15 days tomorrow.

- And it hurt you. - You bet, and it lingers.

I can't stand it anymore.

I can't keep suffering like this.

Did your husband notice anything?

It's not about him.

What do you want him to notice?

If you knew...

At every moment, the pain comes back.

And at night, this constant insomnia.

I can't stand it anymore.

You love him that much?

I don't even know.

I don't know anymore.

- I blame him. - Come on, calm down. It'll get better.

Cry if you can. You'll feel better.

That's some advice! And ruin my makeup?

What good will it do me?

Well, girl, well done!

No tears, that's progress.

No tears.

Those tears that make you feel better... What a joke!

We cry because we just cried.

We carry on out of habit, out of practice.

until we collapse, wiped out by fatigue.

No tears, you're right honey. Above all, no tears.

You have to wait.

Wait for what?

That the pain fades away,

for it to become more distant. You have to wait for it to end.

It doesn't just happen, not overnight.

It's like a distraction.

One day, without knowing why, you forget your pain as if you had never felt it.

For no particular reason.

An easier day than usual.

A glance crossing the street.

A burst of laughter.

We always believe that our happiness depends on someone,

a unique individual without whom we are nothing.

The thought of this suffering is unbearable for me.

- I can't do anything about it. - That's where you're wrong.

This separation hurts you because it hurts your pride.

It's like death.

The idea we have of it is much more cruel than the thing itself.

- And yet... - And yet?

One day, without taking notice,

you will experience a moment of pleasant calm.

- But when? When? - It'll come sooner than you think.

The strengths of our memory are very delicate, you know.

That anxiety that goes out the window is already

the first appearance of oblivion.

This temporary state will become a permanent state.

A new life,

you won't even be able to suffer for him.

You will feel a great emptiness.

You'll even be alarmed to the point of wanting

to recapture something of your former anguish.

But it will be too late.

Too late to delay the time for healing.

It will all be there,

in your vanished suffering.

- You think it's still true? - Yes, of course.

- Are you sure? - I guarantee you.

(She puts on "Plus bleu que tes yeux")

Blonder than your golden hair

One can't imagine, Even the blonde of wheat,

Purer than your soft breath,

The wind, even in the month of August, Can't be so soft,

Stronger than my love for you, The sea, even raging,

Doesn't come close.

Bluer than the blue of your eyes,

I don't see anything better, Even the blue of the skies.

If one day you needed to go

And leave me,

My destiny would change suddenly From everything to nothing.

Greyer than the grey of my life,

Nothing would be greyer, Not even a rainy sky.

Blacker than the black of my heart,

The depths of the earth Wouldn't be as black.

Emptier than my days without you,

Any abyss without end Wouldn't come close.

Longer than my heartbreak from love,

Even eternity Near him would be short.

Greyer than the grey of my life, Nothing would be greyer,

Not even a rainy sky.

I know, we are wrong to think About tomorrows

Why complicate life Whilst today...

Bluer than the blue of your eyes,

I don't see anything better, Even the blue of the skies,

Blonder than your golden hair

One can't imagine, Even the blonde of wheat.

Purer than your soft breath, The wind, even in the month of August,

Couldn't be softer.

Stronger than my love for you, The sea, even raging,

Doesn't come close.

Bluer than the blue of your eyes, I can't see anything but the dreams

That your eyes bring me...