remusisdying

Kramer: The haunting memories of lost love. May I? Lights? Our eyes met
across the crowded hat store. I, a customer, and she a coquettish haberdasher.
Oh, I pursued and she withdrew, then she pursued and I withdrew, and so we
danced. I burned for her, much like the burning during urination that I would
experience soon afterwards.

--so, all i could think about with my 19 y/o with gonorrhea was this scene. i was half-tempted to bring this up with her, but soon thought better of it.