Please. You think I don’t love you? I feel it too. There’s something between us, something extraordinary, unique, marvelous. I know about love. I’ve been married five times. What I’ve never told you is that… none of these women ever made me feel something remotely similar to what I feel with you. Not even close. You and I are soulmates. But just 99 percent.
this might not have necessarily been berlin saying goodbye because palermo needed some distance to heal but actually because HE needed it. he had to get away from the man he loved if he wanted to make peace with the fact that he was going to die soon and there was nothing he could do to change that. and how would he be able to cope with death if he had a reason to live?
“i have to leave you. it’s for love. and also for our friendship. sometimes distance is the only way to find peace.”
The only miserable one in this whole story… is you. With your speech about love, and “Boom, boom, ciao.” Wow. That’s because… you’re too much of a coward to admit the truth. You don’t love anyone? Of course you don’t, darling. You don’t have the balls for it. To love you need courage. See? This is bravery. I feel it and I say it. And that… you don’t know how to do. How long has it been? Ten years? You were in love with Berlin for ten years? And you never dared to tell him. Of course. You worshipped him and followed him like a dog. And that’s it. Now what? Nothing is possible now. He’s dead. And you’re empty. The only thing you can do is hide behind that damn speech. Boom, boom, ciao. Because you know. You’ve been left in the lurch forever, friend.
What if… we kissed… in the italian chapel bro… right after you told me we were soulmates… and you’d push me against the wall and kiss me back so passionately bro… Haha, just kidding… Unless..??
