Tout comme il existe des coups de foudre en amour, il y a quelques fois des coups de foudre en amitié

Là où on s'aime, il ne fait jamais nuit.

Some say that you know real love when you realise the only person in the world who can console you is the one who has hurt you.

Why was love such an addictive drug?
Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her.
But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?

Now he could say for sure that he'd never known a feeling stronger than that of being at one with another person - that rare feeling of not being alone anymore.