If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
“I need to know why you love me.”
-“Because I do.”
“I really want to trust you when you say those words, Dan, so maybe if I knew why, I’d stop being so scared of hearing them and afraid to say them.”
-“Okay. Well, if you want to talk about why…”
“It has to do with my mom and her many marriages.”
-“There. that’s why. Because I actually like it when you interrupt me, which is often, by the way. I love you because you make no apologies about being exactly who you are… Beautiful, smart, sexy as hell.”
“Now you’re embarrassing me.”
-“That’s another reason. You’re completely unaware of your affect on me. You’re also completely unaware that you laugh like a 4 year old. Just like that. And I love you because you can be with someone like me and still be best friends with someone like Blair.”
“Yeah, well, I tried to be.”
-“I know you do, and that’s not easy, but you never give up on her.
THAT IS HOW AMAZING YOU ARE.”