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"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there. "
- Bob Marley
Charlie Kaufman: There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window. You were talking to Sarah Marsh.
Donald Kaufman: Oh, God. I was so in love with her.
Charlie Kaufman: I know. And you were flirting with her. And she was being really sweet to you.
Donald Kaufman: I remember that.
Charlie Kaufman: Then, when you walked away, she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. And it was like they were laughing at *me*. You didn't know at all. You seemed so happy.
Donald Kaufman: I knew. I heard them.
Charlie Kaufman: How come you looked so happy?
Donald Kaufman: I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want.
Charlie Kaufman: But she thought you were pathetic.
Donald Kaufman: That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That's what I decided a long time ago.
Poem 9,674 on the matter of Love
WHAT ELSE MATTERS?
NOTHING. FUCKING. MATTERS.
nothing at all
when you look at your lover time stops
moments freeze
and you feel that cold shiver go down your back
you can't help but say to yourself
"im so lucky to give this love
and i would be oh so lucky to get it back"
and sometimes you do
that's when you're the happiest motherfucker on the planet
wars could go on all around you
but so long as you hold the hand of your lovéd
it doesn't matter
you have the knowledge
the power
to know that no matter what
you can hold on to this
and you will make it through
but there are time when you don't
and you feel as if your love is wasted
that all that time is empty
and you are nothing more than a wrong name
and a blurry face
but you're not
that love
it's yours
it's special
it's meant for the keeping
your love deserves to be on a trophy shelf
the broken pieces of your heart on display for all to see
"These Are The Times I Tried"
because to never have loved is the worst thing in the world
worst than never having been loved
because if you ever do get love not knowing
the sweat
the nerves
the cojones it took
to get stand up
and say
"I Will Love"
then you will never appreciate
the gift that is being given to you
that is a wasted love
and that poor person trying to give it to you
will feel the pain
of a one-sided love
but at least they will learn
and they will know when they are getting it back
and they still get to enjoy the beauty of what it IS to love
they are still lucky
and they will survive the battle scars
and they will have another one to place
its not easy this love giving
this love making
but it's whats us beautiful
it is the most simple
yet most complicated thing
love is a quiet little word
but it is the loudest action to exist
- Bob Marley
Charlie Kaufman: There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window. You were talking to Sarah Marsh.
Donald Kaufman: Oh, God. I was so in love with her.
Charlie Kaufman: I know. And you were flirting with her. And she was being really sweet to you.
Donald Kaufman: I remember that.
Charlie Kaufman: Then, when you walked away, she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. And it was like they were laughing at *me*. You didn't know at all. You seemed so happy.
Donald Kaufman: I knew. I heard them.
Charlie Kaufman: How come you looked so happy?
Donald Kaufman: I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want.
Charlie Kaufman: But she thought you were pathetic.
Donald Kaufman: That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That's what I decided a long time ago.
Poem 9,674 on the matter of Love
WHAT ELSE MATTERS?
NOTHING. FUCKING. MATTERS.
nothing at all
when you look at your lover time stops
moments freeze
and you feel that cold shiver go down your back
you can't help but say to yourself
"im so lucky to give this love
and i would be oh so lucky to get it back"
and sometimes you do
that's when you're the happiest motherfucker on the planet
wars could go on all around you
but so long as you hold the hand of your lovéd
it doesn't matter
you have the knowledge
the power
to know that no matter what
you can hold on to this
and you will make it through
but there are time when you don't
and you feel as if your love is wasted
that all that time is empty
and you are nothing more than a wrong name
and a blurry face
but you're not
that love
it's yours
it's special
it's meant for the keeping
your love deserves to be on a trophy shelf
the broken pieces of your heart on display for all to see
"These Are The Times I Tried"
because to never have loved is the worst thing in the world
worst than never having been loved
because if you ever do get love not knowing
the sweat
the nerves
the cojones it took
to get stand up
and say
"I Will Love"
then you will never appreciate
the gift that is being given to you
that is a wasted love
and that poor person trying to give it to you
will feel the pain
of a one-sided love
but at least they will learn
and they will know when they are getting it back
and they still get to enjoy the beauty of what it IS to love
they are still lucky
and they will survive the battle scars
and they will have another one to place
its not easy this love giving
this love making
but it's whats us beautiful
it is the most simple
yet most complicated thing
love is a quiet little word
but it is the loudest action to exist