10 things i hate about you.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair

I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind

I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme

I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry

I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all...

Pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you

but I never hold onto your heart

Looking so long for the words to be true

but always just breaking apart

My pictures of you...

Forever go.

Narrator:
(So apropos: Saw death on a sunny snow)

Him:
"For every life..."

Her:
"Forgoe the parable."

Him:
"Seek the light."

Her:
"...My knees are cold."

(Running home, running home, running home, running home...)

Her:
"Go find another lover;
To bring a... to string along!"

"With all your lies,
You're still very lovable."

"I toured the light; so many foreign roads, for Emma, forever ago."

almost.

"I think i'm falling..."

Kurt and Layne.

Thank you for everything! 

I will love you 'till the end of time

"I will love you till the end of time. I would wait a milion years. Promise you'll remember that you're mine. Baby can you see through the tears? Love you more than those bitches before."

Desabafo.

Não há outra forma de escrever isto, por isso vou ser direta e fria. Não tinhas o direito de me pôr nesta posição! Sim, eu gosto dele, mas como amigo. Desculpa… mas foste tu que quiseste fazer de cupido e de te meter nesta história. E se achas que estou a ser estúpida por não deixar as coisas andar para a frente, compreende que só faço isto porque não me sinto confortável e porque não quero que ele saia disto magoado. Não suporto a ideia de o magoar. Desculpa, mas vou fazer as coisas à minha maneira. 

A real love story