Joel Barish was a lonely, broken down, beaten man. How could Clem do this to him? Erase him? Just-whoosh-wiped clean form her memory? What the fuck! Who the fuck does that kind of shit!
He loved her. Loved her so fucking much that it practically killed him. He had never loved anybody like that before. He had had a few lovers in his life, but nobody like Clementine. Nobody was like Clementine.
Two years he had spent with her. Two fucking years! If she wasn't happy with where their relationship was going, then why couldn't—
Oh, now, wait. This is Clementine we're talking about here. Clementine wouldn't sit and talk things out. No, Clementine would just whine, yell, drink, and yell some more. She couldn't handle it like a mature adult. Oh, no. She couldn't cope with making rational decisions. She was looking for a quick fix. Erasing him was a quick fix. An easy road. Why couldn't she just function like a fucking regular person!
Whoa. He just realized he had swerved into traffic. He had gripped the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles turned white.
Whoa. Gotta calm down. Take some deep breaths.
Maybe I need some Prozac, he thought. Or maybe a joint.
He half smiled on that one.
He kept driving. He was calming down now and focusing on the road.
He did miss her though. He missed… that quirky side of her. The way she colored her hair all those crazy different colors. She made life so fun, so different, and so exciting. She completed him; made him feel alive.
When they made love… wow! So electric, so amazing. It was better than he had ever experienced. He loved kissing her, feeling her skin press up against his. When he came, it was out of this world.
Oh Clementine. Oh my lovely, lovely tangerine. God, I want you back so bad.