The Man I Loved Never Existed

I never saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (Don't worry it's in my Netflix queue) but I imagine it to have parallels to my brilliant screenplay idea. It also pulls from Little Manhattan...first love, a bit age-inappropriate.
If realized it will do for romantic dramadey what The Usual Suspects did for the fused genre of suspenseful dramadey.

The seed in my mind looks like this:
Set in a generic metropolis (NYC has been done to death, but I will use it in my example) boy and girl stumble upon one another through an unlikely avenue--perhaps via internet--this is our zeitgeist, after all! The tale is told from the female perspective.

He's a 2nd generation, prep school-bred sans trust fund, E.Village writer/filmaker/artist who never moved past the NYU hipster scene. His dreams are occupational. He's a few years older, but none the wiser.
She's the 1.5 generation, public school to Ivy-league, Jersey girl with the big city dreams on the Upper East Side; working in finance by day and event planning by night. Her dreams are vocational.

Both only children of divorced parents, both grew up in the tri-state area, both were raised in a faith (different ones) both speak in puns and pop culture references which produces prolific banter textured with physical assurances.
They're racially, politically, aesthetically (I've termed this "frame-worthy") compatible but they cannot communicate on an emotional level. They are perfect on paper but irreparably flawed for all practical purposes.

They meet and connect--instantly, seamlessly. She falls in love and has her heart broken for the first time at 24. Experiencing all the requisite angst, ucertainity, tears and fears that go with this vulnerability!

It's partially a story of her sexual awakening which is dampened by anxiety that her lover is inexperienced and repressed. Thus tormented by the cultural implications of mixing minority values in the context of a majority lifestyle, she soldiers on. Her masculine and feminine roles, divided along gender lines are constantly called into question--by her initiating sex and him frequently denying her.

She finds herself emotionally available, walls down, open to him--she constantly compares this experience to her sole experience of being loved and breaking a heart. She uses her college sweetheart as a barometer, her personal love gauge.
With the bar thus set impossibly high, nothing her current lover can do ever seems to compare. The less she feels loved, the harder she loves him with a tenacity, ferocity, and passion thus far unknown/unexplored within her.

They cannot work. They do not work. She quits on him a few times but always runs back, unwilling to give up. Finally, he is exhausted/bored by the back-and-forth and tired of the drama so he quits on her...quits on the relationship. It is not a happy ending, but life does go on. Bitter, tragic, painful...

The final scene cuts to two years later...Her career is in hyperdrive--she's climbed the corporate ladder and runs her own business on the side. She stumbles upon her first love locked in a passionate embrace with his gay lover in their favorite bar.

Nothing unravels, in fact everything becomes clear. The sight does not faze her. He was never the one for her. She was never his other half. There is no anger, no confrontation, no drama! The truth has set them free--to be themselves!

It won't win at Sundance or get an Oscar nod, but I think it will ring with a truth many of almost everyone can identify with. It aims to tackle multiple major crises.