“I can not love you until you can love our beautiful waitress in the simple way that I do.”
“You were too lazy to learn to dance until it was almost too late, and in the same way you were too lazy to learn to love. As for ideal and tragic love, that I don't doubt you can do marvellously- and all honour to you. Now you will learn to love a little in an ordinary human way.”
“It will be scary. But I know you can do it. Know that I'll be with you, if there's any way that I can manage it. And know that I have always -and will, for always- love you.”
“Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you?”
“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”
“And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you, I really do. Can we still be friends?”