Listen to the song below while reading, it is the OST of this story..
Her: I’m the manic pixie dream girl. I come, with my cute weirdness and contagious optimism, to turn the steady flow of your existence of dullness and mundane upside down. I talk to you, with eyes wide open, about the futile and the amazing and I quirkily become your addiction. I bring, within my light wings, tales of other people you’ll never meet and melodramatic lives you wish being the hero. I’m the first breeze of shivery wind in the first day of autumn after a feverish summer of sweat and salt. I’m the sweater you inherited of your favourite grand parent, the one when you wear you feel overwhelmed by happiness, longing, melancholia and nostalgia of previous or possible-but-no-longer-possible versions of yourself. I’m the peace after a dark identity crisis, I’m the beginning of sleep after an exhausting day, I’m the new air in your lungs after a long swim. I’m everything you wish you had, touched, hugged, kissed, held, layed down next to, traveled the real and virtual world with, grow old and bitter with.. But once you have me, I’m no longer me, even when I still am. You will never have me..
Him: I’m the perfect imperfect man. I’m the father figure and the savior complex trigger. I’m strong and fair. I’m strange and simple. I’m overprotective and independant. I’m intelligent and candid. I’m honest and dark. I’m straightforward and kind. I fix shattered bits and pieces of your soul and I cry in silence when my loved ones are hurt. I care and I let myself cared for. I take your hand and hold you in my arms as long as you need when you feel vulnerable and I crawl to put my head on your lap when I’m tired. I’m everything you wish you had, touched, hugged, kissed, held, layed down next to, traveled the real and virtual world with, grow old and bitter with.. But I’m already married. You will never have me..