" We don't suit each other...
Like kissing with these clattering glasses...
We don't match.
...
Forget it. This kind of thing.
There are as many girls as grains of sand on a beach that will sleep with me,
so why her?
Is it...
Because I want more than sex?
I want to walk with her hand on my arm.
I want to hold her thin waist.
Watch movies together.
I want to shop together.
Those boring coffeeshops would be bearable if she were with me.
...Love? "