Belles-Lettres

Love knows no secrets, when it is hidden it will be discovered Love has no choice; when it seizes a man, he will confess everything, everything that was not done. Love has no pity, even an old man may be put to shame, love does not return to a Thing it desires. When it pursues, he turns mad. Love humbles a man his body becomes emaciated; when a friend of ours is humiliated it is not fair to laugh at him. A man does not have the stamina to put love aside. Love never agrees to share (a man's attention) with anything; If you irritate love, you melt away at once. Love is a disease, a malignant incurable disease. -Swahili Love Poetry translated by Ali Ahmed Jahadhmy

Narrator: This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know up front, this is not a love story. Rachel Hansen: Just because she's likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate. Rachel Hansen: Tom, I know you think she was the one, but I don't. Next time you look back, I think you should look again. Summer: You weren't wrong, Tom. You were just wrong about me. Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew. Tom: Knew what? Summer: What I was never sure of with you. Tom: My name's Tom. Girl at Interview: [shaking hands] Nice to meet you. I'm Autumn. Narrator: Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday. Paul: Robin is better than the girl of my dreams. She's real. Tom: You don't want to be named as someone's boyfriend, and now your someone's wife? McKenzie: Hey, don't you have