A quoi sert la vie si on ne peut plus voir celui qu'on aime? A quoi bon avoir des mains si on ne peut plus le caresser, si on ne peut plus le serrer dans ses bras ? Si son parfum n'est plus dans l'air, à quoi bon même respirer ?
I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me. Love is knowing all about someone, and still wantingto be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safewith someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile to you.
I just don't know why he likes me. I mean he's way smarter and we have like less than nothing in common. And he's just going to get bored with me because pretty much all boys do. And everybody knows we're dating and everyone will know when he breaks up with me. Which he will. I mean, dumped by Seth Cohen? Real good for my reputation.