Popped in Before Sunrise two hours ago. Just came back home, back from getting a pack of American Spirits after the movie.
It reminded me of Heidi, and the way I was a little boy in love.

I had always viewed Heidi as a full grown woman, even when we were both fifteen. She was that personal angel for me, telling me that everything is going to be alright. Which was probably the reason why I haven't spoken to her in half a year. Partly because I did not want to be the one who always calls, partly because I didn't want to share how depressed and sick of being with myself twenty-four hours a day, but really it was because every time we talk, she makes me feel like a little boy. I don't want to be a twenty-four-years-old little boy.

Mark finally asked Christy from writing class for her number. Even though he acted like he wasn't sure about the whole thing, deep down both of us knew that this time it'll work out for him. Didn't want to tell him how alone that makes me feel, as his hetero lifemate, probably the only other functionally virginal twenty-four-years-old in this land.