No hope.

  • Him: I'm over her.
  • Her: <laughs> You're over her. Stop lying to yourself. Seriously? It took you, what, few weeks to get over the girl you swore was the love of your life, a few stinking weeks to write off the girl you've been with for a year! You were in love with her years before you even got the balls to ask her out.
  • Remember the nights you swore to me, "Never again! She doesn't even deserve my love!" and the mornings after those nights where you woke me up with phone calls of, "I love her so much it hurts!", and finally that one day when she said she liked you too? That was the happiest I've ever seen you.
  • Remember all those times she made you laugh so much your jaws hurt the next day, the times you walked her to school even though you had to wake up an hour earlier just to do so, and the times you missed her so much you wound up on my doorstep, holding out a bottle of tequila, begging to drink the misery away when you hated the taste of alcohol?
  • A love like that doesn't die easily. If it does, then there's no hope for the rest of us.

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  • Him: I broke up with my girlfriend so I can be with you.
  • Her: What?
  • Him: But when I saw you.. It just ruined everything. You were happy, the kind of happy I never saw before, the kind of happy you deserve. And I don't think I can make you that happy.

Popcorn

  • Him: I'll wait forever for you.
  • Her: You can't even wait for exactly 3 minutes for the popcorn to pop. You always take it out about a minute too soon and we end up with unpopped seeds. What makes you think I'd believe you?
  • Him: You're not popcorn, goddamn it. You're what I've been looking for my whole life, and you need time so I'll give you time. I'll be here, waiting for you, whether you believe me or not.

Words.

  • Her: How do you feel when you're with me?
  • Him: Happy.
  • Her: When you're not?
  • Him: Empty.
  • Her: When you kiss me?
  • Him: Intoxicated.
  • Her: When you hurt me?
  • Him: Horrible.
  • Her: When you see me with someone else?
  • Him: Murderous.

It matters.

  • Him: Why him? Why did you choose him? What does he have that I don't?
  • Her: My heart.

Special.

  • Him: I have never met anyone quite like you.
  • Her: Good. And it would be very selfish for me to say this, but I'll say it anyway- I hope you never do. It would be heartbreaking if you did.

Mark.

  • Her: Of all the faces I've seen, the people I've met.. No one has ever left a mark. They're all just a hazy memory to me. Well, except you. That counts for something, right?

Awkward.

  • Him: You grew out your hair.
  • Her: Yeah, my boyfriend likes it long. I like it too.
  • Him: I liked it short.
  • Her: Well, I'm done trying to please you.

P/R

  • Her: Why waste your time waiting for someone when there's someone out there willing to wait for you?
  • Him: It's simply because she means more than the one who is willing to wait.

Denial.

  • Her: Oh no. Oh hell no. I know that look.
  • Him: What?
  • Her: You're staring at her with a stupid grin on your face and.. oh my God. You're not even listening to me, you're just staring at her! You're happy.
  • Him: Is there anything wrong with being happy?
  • Her: Well, I thought she was just something 'casual'? But no, you're getting attached and getting way in over your head. I bet you'd like nothing more than just to lie next to her watch her sleep. Hell. You're falling in love with her.
  • Him: It's not like that. She's just a fling.
  • Her: Not when you look at her like that.

Awkward.

  • Him: Stop looking at me like that.
  • Her: Like what?
  • Him: Like you're in love with me.
  • Her: What if I am?

In the way.

  • Him: Let me carry your bag for you.
  • Her: Why? I can carry it just fine.
  • Him: That's not what I mean. I want to hold your hand but your bag is in the way.

Phone call:

  • Her: I miss you.
  • Him: I'm actually outside your bedroom's door right now, not a thousand miles away.
  • Her: *laughs* We wish.
  • Him: Yeah.
  • Her: I just know that even after this phone call, I'd still staring at my door, waiting for the knob to turn, for the door to open and reveal you, with that adorable smile on your face and love in your eyes.

Clubs.

  • Him: Why do you even like clubs?
  • Her: I don't. The music is too loud, the drinks are too expensive, and the people are too sweaty and grope-y. I go to them because it's the most fun I could have right now. The annoying lighting distracts me, the music drowns the voices in my head and the alcohol numbs the loneliness. I don a skimpy dress, high heels, elaborate make up and dance to repetitive music with strangers to forget the fact that all I really want to do is to sit on the couch with my PJs on, watch crappy tv shows and snuggle to someone.