"Durante los milenios que llevan de existencia, los humanos aún no han comprendido en realidad qué es el amor. ¿Cuánto de esto es físico y cuánto mental? ¿Cuánto es accidente y cuánto destino? ¿Por qué parejas que son perfecta se derrumban y otras que parecen imposibles luego funcionan? No conozco las respuestas mejor que ellos. El amor está simplemente donde está.
I can't, I can't remember our last kiss. All I could think about was, "I'm going to die today and I can't remember our last kiss," which is pathetic. But the last time we were together and happy, I... want to be able remember that, and I can't Derek. I can't remember.
It was a Thursday morning, you were wearing that ratty little "Dartmouth" T-shirt you look so good in, the one with the hole in the back of the neck. You'd just washed your hair and you smelled like some kind of... flower. I was running late for surgery. You said you were going to see me later, and you leaned to me, you put your hand on my chest and you kissed me. Soft. It was quick. Kind of like a habit. You know, like we'd do it everyday for the rest of our lives. And you went back to reading the newspaper and I went to work. That was the last time we kissed.