Anna: Before I followed you inside this hole, I lulled myself to sleep repeating "Paul loves me". I said it out loud hundreds of times, like a prayer. Meaningless words. We hardly knew each other. But something came about, something established. I believed you loved me. I had faith in your love. This belief never left me. We can pray to be loved by only one person. It's not the worst way to save a soul. You never prayed for my love. You never needed my love.


Dans Paris (2006, Christophe Honoré)