I'm in love with her,” I announced at double speed, hoping that saying it quickly might lessen the weight of its impact. He looked at me with doom in his eyes and goes, “Jesus Christ, Paul.” I said, “I mean it. Like deep crazy soul love.” Michael almost choked. “Deep WHAT?” I laid it all out for him: Eliza believes in me, she moves me, and she's moved BY me. She makes me happy, she makes me sad, she makes me try harder, she makes me laugh, and she makes me feel like I can fly. Isn't that the goddamn definition of love?
Tiffanie DeBartoloEliza, are you crying?”
“No.”
“Yes, you are. Shit, I'm sorry. I was only trying to cheer you up.”
“You did. It's just that, well, sometimes happiness hurts.
I'd be a sucker for a guy who wrote me a song,” I said. “Like Beth or Rosanna or Sara. Or Sharona. Is that too much to ask? To be somebody's Sharona?
Tiffanie DeBartoloThe bed smells like sex and chocolate.”
He moaned. “Don't tell me that while I'm stuck in a room with six men.
Caelum goes: “There have been studies done on this topic, gentlemen. You could wager a bet and look it up.” Caelum always talks like someone's dad when he's high.
Tiffanie DeBartoloFuck, it's hot in here.” He put the guitar down, stood up, whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Then he pulled off his belt like D'Artagnan drawing a sword...
Tiffanie DeBartoloAnd when Paul dove to embrace me, the look on his face was one of absolute, perfect joy—the kind of joy that can't be reproached, stolen, or marred—the kind that only the innocent or the ignorant are capable of experiencing.
Tiffanie DeBartoloTwo at a time, Vera ate her peanut M
Tiffanie DeBartoloI led Paul out the door, and neither of us said a word while we crossed the street. Once we made it to the other side, Paul stopped to stare at the building. He was babbling incoherently. The only words I caught were “fucking uptown” and “pancreas.” He still had the doorman's pen in his hand.
Tiffanie DeBartoloI asked John if it was a crime to want to live in a world where girls with falcon eyes and pretty underwear believe in the saving grace of rock ‘n’ roll and he said, “Just check your chute before you jump, that's all I'm saying.” Gotta get some sleep. Over.
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