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I don't know.
I don't want you to go like this.
You can't do this.
You can't take people by suprise like this, lead them down memory lane and show them
this beautiful complexity left unaltered by the years
then drop them brutally and run away at the first small misunderstanding, ***!
We have to be able to get over this!
You don't have to leave like this.
I can't lose your friendship. It's too important to me.
My friendship...
I am the way I am. This is how I feel about you. I can't do anything about it and neither can you.
I thought theose feelings would disappear over the years, but now I have proof that they didn't
and I will feel like that until I die, so please give me my keys.
I will not please.
What?
I'm sorry.
You ask me if I will please, but I won't please.
What do you mean 'you won't please'?
I'm sorry.
I really don't understand wha,t's going on... all the why and the what and all the questioning but I feel like I'm about to lose it.
You don't want to give me my keys, you don't want me to leave, but I absolutely must be somewhere else, far from here, very soon
So for the sake of this old and still very beautiful friendship, spit it out, and give me my keys.
It's so silly. Things didn't go at all the way I had iexpected they would.
What did you expect?
I don't know... I mean, this isn't what was supposed to happen, it's not what I imagined.
What are you talking about?
I dreamt that we would meet again after all these years.
It wasn't on the subway, but at the opera...
...they are playing La Traviata.
I have never seen an opera.
Neither have I.
We run into each other in the bathroom at the Place des Arts
Oh really?
We start to talk and talk, catch up on our lives.
We spend the evening talking and laughing until our insides could explode.
until we are asked to leave because we're disturbing the people in the theater.
It was a nice dream.
It wasn't that different, but now it has failed.
I would only like to know if you will ever forgive me.
There is nothing to forgive. That's just the way things are.
I need to know if there's any probability that you'll forgive me.
You could at least do that for me before you leave.
Tell me... will you ever forgive me, as I have forgiven you for trampling on my flower beds?
I don't understand why you want to be forgiven.
Come on, you know very well why... You were hurting because of me.
- No I wasn't. - Yes, you were.
I didn't want to hurt you, and I still don't.
- Please tell me... - What?
That you will forgive me.
I want to but...
It's because...
...Juliet, I want to tell you...
... I don't feel comfortable when... when you look at me that way...
I could feel totally...
...happy, flattered,
or even aroused...
...but I can't... it' s not for me.
- I feel incapable... - No... - I feel inadequate...
I am angry at myself.
I would have preferred it if you had Cyrano's pride.
Cyrano?
Nothing ever happened between him and Roxanne, and she never knew how Cyrano felt
so they always remained the world's best friends.
And me.. well... I don't know... if I would have preferred not knowing.
Cyrano was a loser!
A weak man...
Because he didn't have the courage to say 'I love you'
Roxanne never knew it was him whom she loved until he died in her arms!
I should have slept with you... is that it?
No!
I can't ignore what I feel when I am with you. It's real, and you can't ask me to pretend that it's not.
Jesus Christ, Julie! What are you afraid of?!
It's not that I am afraid! It's not even that I don't want to! It's just that I can't.
it's impossible, can't you understand that?
...And even if we would have had a beautiful romance at 16...
I would have worn your clothes, you would have worn mine...
we would have spent our days looking into each other's eyes, reading each other's diaries...
hiding places and kissing each other for hours...
It would have lasted weeks,
...or maybe a few months, but probably not...
...and then what?
Sooner or later my mother would have found out...
...and then... I would have been sent to a different school.
It would have reflected on our grades
and with all the tension, we would have ended up...
...ended up fighting once in a while, and then more after that,
and we would have seen each other less and less.
Maybe we would sayhurtful things to one another,
or maybe we would have broken up,
or maybe you would have slapped me...
- Slapped you? - Maybe.
- Why me? - I don't know. Maybe I would have slapped you.
We would have had a lot of sadness in our hearts
it would have been hard to talk about this with our friends,
...and we wouldn't have known what to do with our heart-breaking young first love.
You love me?
No!
You love me!
Stop it!
I am always the one who stops, and you always keep going on.