When I want to do something, I do it immediately.
It's a Monday night and I read all chapters of "Dear L" and watched this film at once, without wasting a single minute.
Almost perfect. All those pictures, scenes, sound, music, lights, all those women's bodies, their silhouettes, Tout est beau. Ça me touche trop. Except for the lines. (O how I wish I would have read "Pride and Prejudice" and have read it for thousands of times that I could spilt a little bit tongue and linguistic talent from Jane Austin.)
----A secret. Said "Dear L"
----"Are you killing me?"
Day by day, it's becoming increasingly clear and exclusively closer.
I can feel it. Never did I feel like this before. I mean...the point is...
I love you.
