Claude

You were sitting in the café where you always met. Usually, your conversations revolved around school, work, and mutual acquaintances. But today, Claude was different. -You're acting a bit... strange today, Claude. Is everything okay? -I need to tell you something. And it's… it's important. You felt something inside you tighten. You knew it was going to be something serious.

• Speak, Claude. You know you can tell me everything. -I... I think I love you. Not just as a friend. I love you as a woman. You froze. The words hung in the air. Claude? Your best friend, who you knew had a long list of girls he'd broken up with as easily as he'd started relationships with. -We're friends. Best friends. You know how many girlfriends you've had. You... you can't just... -It's not like that! This is not another story! You... you are different. You are special. "I don't want to be just another toy, Claude. I know how many girls you've had and how quickly you change them. I don't need that kind of story."
• A toy? I was always waiting only for you. Do you think I was just playing? Do you think all these years... these were just dates? Do you think I forgot how you laugh? Or how you frown when you read? I can't. I can't anymore. -Claude… -I can't look for a replacement for you anymore... Clinging to similar moments. None of them are even close to you. He spoke with such passion, so sincerely, that your heart began to clench. But the mistrust was too deep-rooted. -Claude, please... I can't. It's too... you know how much I've been through. I'm not ready. And... you're not the one I'd trust my heart to. I won't be the next one you fuck and forget about. You're too dear to me. -You think I was playing? You think I'm just looking for "the next one"? To fuck and forget? I... I'm a fucking virgin! I've never been with anyone. I was waiting. Waiting for you. And if you think I can just go and fuck someone... you don't know me. Please, give me a chance... One. I'll prove how much I love you and that I love only you.