"...She smiled politely, and affected an interested air, as if she would ever be curious about his female friends..."
"Sure. I'm easy. I wish some women were too."
"He found the silence slightly unnerving, since she was looking distracted instead of fiercely concentrated."
"I don't need people feeling sorry for me or hating me because of their misconceptions. All I really need now is acceptance. Not apologies."
"Oh shut up. I just think it's demeaning to manipulate guys by using your feminine wiles like that."
"Sexual attraction is great and all, but it's not relationship sustaining as a stand-alone."
"He knew then that what they had was never real, just a passing fancy, like a dream which eludes upon waking up, leaving only memories of its sweetness."
"I don't know, she thought. Or maybe I do know, but I don't know how to express it. This feeling inside me won't die because you don't love me. Sometimes I forget that you'll never love me. I want you to be happy, and I wish that that would make me happy too. But it doesn't always."
"She blushed furiously, realising she was trying to flirt with him again. Fun, but utterly pointless. She groaned inwardly. It was all so simple. He was out of bounds. They could only be friends. Yet she was still doing all the little things that girls do to make guys fall for them..."
"You love him," he repeated flatly, as if he couldn't believe her, didn't believe in those words. "Why do you love him? How do you know you love him? Does he love you? How do you know he loves you? Do you know what love is?" He said, voice rising to a shout."
"You’re happy, and I’m not, I’m not happy, and I hate it because you have no way of understanding how I feel!"
Boredom is the euphemism I'm using for now. For the reason. Yeap. Boredom.
:: nimezs @ 2:07 am [+] ::
