Gostava que estas palavras fossem minhas…

(extraído do melhor filme “teenager” de sempre – “10 Coisas que odeio em ti”)

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

… e enquanto ouço isto no computador, começa a tocar “Purple Rain” no rádio e o céu desfaz-se em chuva.