Charlie: Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?
Mr. Anderson: We accept the love we think we deserve.
Cloud Atlas
Archivist: The report said Commander Zheng was killed in the assault.
Sonmi-451: That is correct.
Archivist: But you say that you loved him?
Sonmi-451: Yes, I do.
Archivist: You mean, you are still in love with him?
Sonmi-451: I mean, that I will always do.
Remember
How I told you I was terrified of losing you? And even the mere thought of it killed me? You just chuckled, held my hands and looked me in the eye while saying, “Baby, I’m not gonna leave you, for you’re the love of my life…”
Becca: Does it ever go away?
Nat: No, I don't think it does. Not for me, it hasn't gone for eleven years. But it changes though.
Becca: How?
Nat: I don't know... the weight of it, I guess. At some point, it becomes bearable. It turns into something that you can crawl out from under and... carry around like a brick in your pocket. And you... you even forget it, for a while. But then you reach in for whatever reason and—there it is. "Oh right, that." Which could be aweful—not all the time. It's kinda... not that you'd like it exactly, but it's what you've got instead of your son. So, you carry it around. And uh... it doesn't go away. Which is...
Becca: Which is what?
Nat: Fine, actually.
Sam: We just have to remind each other that… it’s just part of God’s plan… and we can’t know why. You know? Only God can know why.
Becca: *rolls eyes*
Ana: God had to take her. He needed another angel.
Sam: He needed another angel.
Becca: Why didn’t he just make one?… another angel. I mean, he’s God after all. Why didn’t He just make another angel? Hmm?
Friend: What's the craziest thing you do for love?
Me: Letting myself fall too deep in it.
Simba: ..but you're not scared of anything.
Mufasa: I was, today.
Simba: You were?
Mufasa: Yes, I thought I might lose you..
Friend: Would it be too painful if I ask you to share your story with Iwan?
Me: Nope. I'm okay. Talking about it is not painful. Thinking of how much I miss him is.
Me: Iwaaannn kerjanya ngapaiin siiihhh ahahahahaha I'm glad I decided to come to your office last Monday. :)
Him: Baweeeel banget. But yes.. Me toooooo.. I'm glad you are in my life!!
Me: Lagi ngerjain apaaaa niiiihhhhh?
Him: Lagi review documents.. Buat strategic partnership. I think you should just be my secretary. Mauuu?
Me: Hahahaha! Cih. Maunyaaa!
Me: For what it's worth, I miss you, Iwan.
Him: It is worth a great deal, my princess. I miss you too, you know that.
Me: Finish your work so you can come here early!
Him: If you don't disturb me every 5 seconds may be I can finish my work. Huahahahahahaa
Me: Hahahahahaha okaaaay, I'm sorry!
Him: *huuugs* No need… I love the distraction.
I was right to use the word “disorienting” to describe the effect you have in my life. I find myself unable to think, work, focus or anything else. All I wanna do is think and daydream about you. I check and recheck your Facebook and Twitter and God knows whatever scrap of news I can get from the internet about you. I am totally paralyzed because of you. You have stung me so deeply and totally, it’s almost unreal. When I tried to write a speech.. I found myself going to my picture file, looking for your pictures. Just observing myself in the last one month.. Very out of character for me to lose my cool to this extreme.. *sigh* I must love you a lot..
— Iwan Tumewa, January 15th, 2010.
