I gave her my memories, all of them. Every one I could have ever had the energy to make, I had made with her. But she took them all when she left. And stranded me with just... with just a pile of sand where our castle had been. And I found myself wanting. For the person she once made me be. But I could barely remember him. Because with my memories went my hope. And with my hope went my possibilities. She had it all. And with all of that she had me. Except she didn't want me, not anymore.
-RTB Entry into the Spike Jonze 100 Words or Less Contest
