Oh Jerry. It's so dreadful standing next to you like this, and not having your arms around me.

You'll always be standing next to me Lise.

Maybe not always. Paris has ways of making people forget.

Paris? No, not this city. It's too real and too beautiful. It never lets you forget anything. It reaches in and opens you wide, and you stay that way. I know. I came to Paris to study and to paint because Utrillo did, and Lautrec did, and Roualt did. I loved what they created, and I thought something would happen to me, too. Well, it happened all right. Now what have I got left? Paris. Maybe that's enough for some but it isn't for me anymore because the more beautiful everything is, the more it will hurt without you.

Jerry. Don't let me leave you this way.