“Breakfast at Tiffany’s”: An Analysis
You’ll posit we’re lacking in common interests, and our relationship is coming to an end. You’ll pretend our lifestyles are no longer compatible, but I know secretly you don’t care. I’ll retort, asking about our favorite Audrey Hepburn film, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and you’ll vaguely recall enjoying it, which I’ll use to support the continuation of our romance.
You knew me better than anybody else, though I seem to have no physical mass, and thus you no longer visually perceive me. I admit that our relationship has come to an end, but I don’t admit it willingly because I feel that we have much left to accomplish.
I reiterate our common interest in Breakfast at Tiffany’s and you repeat your recollection of it. I still believe that’s enough to maintain our relationship.
You’ll then repeat your initial argument, but I fail to see any meaning behind your words, and instead of discussing it like an adult, I keep bringing up that one film we watched until you leave.
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