Perfect love may not last forever, but it makes us better men.

我們以為自己設置了規則，就可以去遵守，可是隨著時間的推移感情的發展，我們會失去控制。

情侶關係里必然會想更多地佔有對方，必然會想貪心的得到更多。所以當男主要打破規則提出跟女主結婚的時候，他們的關係也就被推到了懸崖邊緣沒有了餘地。女主當時身不由己的接受了男主的求婚男主的戒指，可是冷靜之後最後還是留下了一封分手信，用離開作為告別。

他們沒有天長地久，也許正是這種不完美，才讓這份愛情，顯得這麼完美。或許戛然而止的分離並不是給愛判了死刑，而是讓愛永遠的鮮活，完美如初。

愛是一種美好的體驗，但愛也是一種克制。愛情不是生活的全部，生活中還有著責任、道德、承諾...還有其他的牽絆。如果沉浸其中希望佔有更多的幸福，只會增加不幸和痛苦。

一段美好的愛情，可能不僅僅是佔有是得到，應該是讓我們學會更加的了解自己，學會如何去愛去珍惜去生活，去變成一個更好的人。

女主分手信的一部份：

Some of the girls were lucky. They had fallen in love, but not me. Not once. Even though I had been all over the world, and had met everyone, I didn't believe in love.

8 years later, I discovered that I should have. It has stunned me. This kind of new happiness, which came out of nowhere. This secret door that has opened in me. I have never felt so alive... as when I'm in your arms. It is tempting, so tempting to forget about everything and just accept this gift.

But I cannot. And not because I don't believe that you would be a marvelous stepfather and a wonderful father to the children that we might have had together. Not because of lifestyle or the difference in our ages, or the opinions of others. When Valery and I married, we wrote our own vows. He has always kept his promise, and I feel I must keep mine.

But it's more than a matter of honor. One day, when you have children, you'll understand that to leave them is to leave yourself. And to injure them, unthinkable.

I told you, I'm an old-fashioned girl. Please do not try to contact me. It will not change anything. I am so sad to say goodbye, to be parted. I can't believe it, really.

We had so many adventures still ahead of us. Maybe... if we had had more time, I would have found something about you. I didn't like, really, couldn't stand, which would be very useful right now.

But I doubt it. They say that no love is perfect. But then, they never met you.


男主的一些旁白：

As little as you want to write when you're happy, that's how much you have to write when you're miserable. Your passions have to go somewhere, and writing is the only place left. Your suffering has to be good for something.

I had a long time to consider the value of memory. And the idea that just because something doesn't last forever, doesn't mean its worth is diminished. May be it's just rationalization.

But I chose to believe in memory. I chose to believe in her. I chose to believe that the bond was never broken and that we carried each other in our hearts, as a secret.

She made me a writer. She made me a man.

There would be other loves, even greater loves. But she was right. Only one remained perfect.

And as a result, it never quite left me alone. I wondered if it remained perfect for her as well, or if I was just holding on to an idea. Some questions have to go unanswered.

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