I’m not sure. But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.
"You" he whispers, "you destroy me. Juliette I want you. I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you. I've never tried to hide that from you. I never pretended I wanted anything else-Yes I do. I do want to be your friend. I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. the one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know how to convince you to design a smile just for me . Yes I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world. I want so many things. I want your mind. your strength. I want to be worthy of your time. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and know it's racing because of me. because you want me- "Juliette" he says, "I'm so desperately in love with you."