On la la la love.
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Blair: Why aren’t you in Europe?
Chuck: I was in Paris, but only to get your favorite macaroons from Pierre Hermé.
Blair: And Germany?
Chuck: To pick up your favorite Falke stockings. You know how I adore them.
Blair: What are you doing here then?
Chuck: You were right. I was a coward running away again. But everywhere I went…you caught up with me. So I had to come back.
Blair: I want to believe you… But I can’t. You’ve hurt me too many times.
Chuck: You can believe me this time.
Blair: That’s it?
Chuck: I love you too.
Blair: But can you say it twice? No I’m serious. Say it twice.
Chuck: I love you…I love you. There’s three. Four… I love you…
This is the best Chuck-Blair scene so far. I must say that it summed up everything beautiful about the Chair romance. I was reminded of this scene as I was daydreaming about the perfect love story. Despite the many times I have played this on Youtube, or read the lines, it never failed to make me feel light. It was, for me, perfect.
Truth be told, I had not yet laid out the perfect real-life love story for myself but the overview goes something like this: Breakfast at Tiffany’s (minus Holly’s peculiar job, cigarettes, and prison relations) + Twilight (minus vampires) + Star Wars (minus technology) + Pride and Prejudice + The OC (Seth and Summer, Taylor and Ryan) + Harry Potter (Harry and Ginny – okay fine! I kinda like their story na) + GOSSIP GIRL (Chuck and Blair, definitely – this should be the one that stands out, including the soundtrack, the setting, the dialogues, and the wardrobe!) = my la la la love story.
The issue of love has never ceased to take a part on my mind. I guess I had never really given up on it, despite the many failures I have experienced. I do not wish to get into a relationship just because almost everyone I know is in one. I wish to get into a relationship because I feel like I am deprived of it. The absolute longing for someone who loves me for who I am (aside from my family and friends) is an unfathomable feeling for me. It is always there, hovering above me.
I have always wanted someone to hold my hand, and give me white lilies. Someone I can talk to, day or night, and would never get tired of hearing my endless ramblings that better deserved to be written here or on a Fully Booked journal. I wanted someone to speak to me in the tongues of timeless Edward Cullen, the endearing Seth Cohen, the direct Anakin Skywalker, the awkward Harry Potter, the honest Mr. Darcy, the sincere Landon Carter, the sweet Nick Jonas (haha!), and the ever-unsuspecting Chuck Bass. I wanted someone to kiss me on my forehead, caress my hair, and hug me like a Teddy bear. I wish to be able to discover more of my life and of the world and share it with a different person. But more than anything else, I want a different kind of love.
I am too young to say “I’m too tired of being single”, because then again, there are things you won’t be able to experience when you’re not in a commitment. But I do feel like there is something I desire for besides my romantic independence.
How long must I wait for my personal Chuck Bass to arrive? Because at the end of the day, the thought of having to share the details of my life with someone is something that I have been anticipating in a long, long time now. And I feel like I can no longer wait.
