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Clear, logical, organised.
But they aren't.
They're more similar than people think.
No, they're not, Pierrot.
Must I remind you to calI me Ferdinand?
But one can't say:
''My friend, Ferdinand.''
Yes, you can. Just try it, Marianne.
I'll do anything you want.
So will I, Marianne.
I'm putting my hand on your knee.
Me too, Marianne.
I'm kissing you everywhere.
Me too, Marianne.
Come on, wake up!
- I was right.
- About what?
You didn't believe me when I said
we'd always love each other.
I've never said I'd love you forever.
Oh, my love.
You never promised to adore me at all.
We've never exchanged such vows.
Though we know each other so well.
We'd never have believed
we'd forever be slaves to love.
As we're both so fickle.
And yet, without having to say a word,
little by little.
Feelings slipped between our bodies,
which so loved to merge.
And then words of love fell
from our naked lips, little by little.
Many words of love mingled
with our kisses.
I never would have believed
I would always love you.
We never thought we could live together
without tiring of each other.
Or that we'd wake up every morning
so happy to be in the same bed.
Or wish for no more than the simple
joy of being so comfortable together.
And yet, without either of us
saying much, little by little.
have bound us together forever.
Feelings which were stronger
than any known or unknown words of love.
Feelings which were more passionate
than either of us could have anticipated.
Don't ever promise to adore me forever.
Let us not exchange such promises,
given the way we both are.
Let us pretend that our love
is a love without a future.
We'lI know by the time we're dead
if we carried on loving each other.
I know that I love you.
It's you I'm not so sure about.
- I'm not sure.
- I do love you, Marianne. I do.
Well, we'll see.