the damned and the beautiful.

"it's you who are very romantic and young. it's you who are infinitely more susceptible and afraid of your calm being broken.it's me who tries again and again to be moved-let myself go a thousand times, and i'm always me. nothing quite stirs me. yet," he murmured after another long pause, "there was something about that little girl with her absurd tan that was eternally old-like me."