There was once a romantic dialogue appeared in somewhere of the part of tort in the civil code.
– I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.
– What?
– I love you.
– How d’you expect me to respond to this?
– How about you love me, too?
– How about I’m leaving?
– Doesn’t what I said mean anything to you?
– I’m sorry, Harry. I know it’s New Year’s Eve, I know you’re feeling lonely. But you just can’t show up there, tell me you love me and expect that to make everything all right. It doesn’t work this way.
– Well, how does it work?
– I don’t know, but not this way.
– How about this way?
– I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out.
I love that it takes you one and a half hours to order a Sandwich.
I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you look at me like I’m nuts.
I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes.
And I love that you are the last person I wanna talk to before I go to sleep at night.
And it’s not because I’m lonely and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve.
I came here at night because when you realize you wanna spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life just start as soon as possible!
– You see?
That is just you, Harry.
You say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate you!
And I hate you, Harry.
I really hate you.
I hate you.