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Monday, February 28, 2011


"you're beautiful."


"why don't you understand what i'm saying? you're beautiful."

"because girls tell me it all the time."

"yeah, but they don't mean it like i do."


"your face is beautiful, i'll give you that. sad puppy eyes, birds-in-flight lips, rocker-sloppy floppy hair. but your heart --"

"oh god."

"no, let me finish.  your heart is so much more. you could fit the world inside there and feel it ache. that's what your pulse is. it's not blood, no ventricle contraction or atrium expansion, it's love. it's the ache of the world in your chest. that's why you're beautiful."

"why does it hurt so much?"

"because love hurts. and that's why we love. to hurt for others."

"to hurt for, or to just hurt others?"


"i don't want this."

"nobody does. everybody does."

"my heart isn't mine anymore, it's --"

"-- everybody else's. i know."

"what's wrong with me?"

"you're more beautiful than anyone in the world, that's what's wrong with you."

"that's a problem?"

"the biggest problem you could have."

"but i can't be."

"but you are."

"how can you say that?"

"because i mean it."

"how can you mean that?  what have i done that's so beautiful?"

"because you're the one who showed me the world in all its pain and hunger, and still finds it beautiful."

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