The Real Thing

Max and Charlotte… Max and Annie… Annie and Henry… Henry and Charlotte… Annie and Billy… Isn't love wonderful? But is any of it the real thing?

Henry is a playwright for whom the right words are everything. But how can he write about what he feels – 'I don't know how to write love… Loving and being loved is unliterary.' And what in the end is more important – what you feel or how to express it?