Olhar para dentro do teu coração e ver se as nossas almas ainda estão de mãos dadas, ambas com medo que a fugacidade da vida e a brevidade do tempo nos leve para longe um do outro e fique tanta coisa por dizer, ou partilhar... ?
"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 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 didnt call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
- not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."
Só quero arrumar numa gaveta as fotografias e os teus retratos de mim. Fica o cheiro dos dias vazios nos braços um do outro, fica o calor do teu cigarro nas páginas do meu livro.
Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee that at some point, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me.Marry me!