I feel really comfortable with you. You make me laugh and we can be honest. We swear a lot and talk a lot of nonsense. You pull me out of the house and I break your routine.
Thank you for tonight.
It’s almost like summer began today.
“Can you promise me something? When you date again-“
“We’re not going to date again”
“Whatever, when you date -“
“OK, fine, IF you date again, can you promise we’re not going to stop talking? Because, last time.. I know we weren’t as close, but last time yeah, I saw you, but we didn’t talk about it. All these things that you’re telling me now, that I’m reading from you now… Well, I would’ve liked to know them before”
“It’s not that I didn’t tell you, it’s that I didn’t tell anyone. I wasn’t the kind to go around screaming every beautiful thing he said […] but I promise, I swear. I mean, it’s YOU. I can’t even think about it.. no. I need to talk to you. I can’t see that happening”.
“…I met her and asked her if she knew you, and she said, ‘as if I couldn’t know her, that girl’s got everything. She’s perfect. She’s pretty, she’s funny, she’s nice, smart, she sings well.. Damn Alice has everything’ and I said, ‘ah, we’re definitely talking about the same Alice then’”.
“No one? Really?” “Why would there be?” “I don’t know, Alice, I don’t know, but sometimes I go on your blog and I read, and I see, and I listen, and I think, who could’ve left her so in love?.