I watched The End of the Affair on TV last night. A film from 1999 with Ralph Finnes and Julianne Moore based on Graham Greene's novel. I remember reading the book in my late teens or early 20's but I do not remember the book being so painful.
The film was excellent, but from the very first scene I could feel the pain that comes from love, desire, jealousy and betrayal. Maybe it's experience, maybe it's age talking, but nevertheless I haven't been able to lose that feeling all day. Pondering and wondering why such an easy thing as love is so damn complicated.