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I'm a Sex and The City person.

It's always Carrie this, Carrie that. My Carrie dress, my Carrie shoes. Getting there.. Getting there... I was reading again, about how the girls felt when the Season was coming to an end. It was painful. But however painful it was not having the girls again, Carrie had Big.

And Big wasn't just Big. Big have a name.

It was the day Carrie was flying off to Paris, for good. And Big, having leaving messages on her phone for more than a week, decided to wait for her, at her doorstep. And make her listen to him.

Carrie: You do this every time! Every time! What? Do you have some sort of radar? Carrie might be happy, it's time to sweep in and shit all over it?
Big: What? No, no, I came here to tell you something. I made a mistake. You and I.
Carrie: You and I ... You can't not do this to me again! You can not jerk me around!
Big: Carrie, listen to me. It is different this time.
Carrie: Oh, it's never different! It's six years of never being different! This is it! I am done! Don't call me ever again! Forget you know my number! In fact, forget you know my name! And you can drive up this street all you want... because I don't live here any more!

Charlotte went to Carrie's apartment to pick up her mails.. and sees Carrie's laptop lying on the bed. And the blinking voice messages on her machine. It was all Big.

At the place where the girls use to have lunch together, there was one empty seat. And Big came, to face them. He said, "You're the loves of her life and a guy's just lucky to come in fourth"

I could slap Big.

Miranda : You haven't had a crush since Big
Carrie : Big wasn't a crush. He was a crash.

Sigh.