Blue Is the Warmest Color

"Will I always digress? I think so.

Impossible not to.

Ideas take hold of rne. I am a woman. I tell my story.

Consider my words.

See how little I misuse the privileges this gives me."

Start over from "I am a woman." But first say it to yourself.

"I am a woman" is a truth.

Understand, Saida?

Start from there. You tell your story.

It's a truth.

"I am a woman. And I tell my story.

Among the young men I attracted

was one I myself noticed.

My gaze fell upon him in particular.

I didn't realize the pleasure I procured.

I flirted with others, not with him.

I wanted to watch him, not please him."

"It seems

first love begins with this sincerity.

Perhaps its sweetness curtails the desire to please.

In turn, he observed me

differently from other young men.

More reservedly, yet more thoughtfully.

There was something more serious between him and me.

Others welcomed my charms.

I felt at times he was not indifferent to them,

but so confusedly, I could not say what I thought of him

nor of myself."

"We left the church. I remember walking slowly.

I reduced my pace.

I was sorry to be leaving that place.

My heart was missing something, but it did not know what it was.

I say it did not know. Perhaps it did,

for as I left, I often turned around to see the young man I left behind

without knowing I did so for him."

What does it mean

that her heart was missing something?

When you exchange glances, when you cross paths

and you both exchange glances spontaneously,

like with love at first sight,

is there something less or more in your heart?

Eli...

Regret?

Regret about not speaking to the person.

For you it's regret?

So regret is something less in your heart.

Regret about not filling the emptiness in your heart.

Thank you, Eli.

Let's stay on this passage and compare it

Particularly when she first meets the Duo de Nemours.

Furthermore, I want you to think

about the idea of predestination in their encounters, okay?

Which happens, for example, with love at first sight.

Honestly, if I can get laid, I will.

But I won't wait three months.

Four days is all it takes.

Who needs to wait three months to get laid?

He seems a little wishy-washy.

A little?

He just sat there for an hour!

Just a second.

Thomas keeps looking at you.

Behind me'?

Look. He can't see.

He keeps staring.

Yeah, and it's not the first time.

He's totally into you.

- Never noticed? - Come on!

Give me a break. I've seen him do it.

It could be any of us.

He's sneaking a peak. You can look.

I don't believe you.

- I'm sure you can. - Can what?

What do you think? Play cards?

It's obvious you're both into each other.

He's cool. It's totally possible.

Seriously, he's hung up on you.

You think you like him?

Sure, physically.

Yeah, he's cute.

More than just "yeah."

He's cute, but he's not Brad Pitt.

Pretty close!

Honestly, he is.

Our choices at school suck.

Yeah, and then?

So he called and I told him off.

He's gone.

I swear, it is so in the bag!

She is so heavy-handed.

I checked out his friend.

He's not bad either.

Hugo?

He is totally cute.

No more Vincent. it's Hugo now.

Vincent's with his sister.

He's so hot.

Can I have some more?

It's so good.

Some more'?

Thank you.

What's up? Can I sit here?

If you want to.

This weather sucks.

It's crazy.

What's the book?

MamamCs Life of Marianne.

We have to do a presentation on it.

- Interesting? - It's amazing.

- You're a junior? - Yeah, and you?

Senior. In science.

Like it?

It's not that I like it.

I'm just good in math.

And after high school?

I'd like to work in music.

Start a record label.

Discover artists, start a production company.

And do you -

- You play, or just want to produce? - I play too.

What?

I play percussion...

guitar, piano.

I'm not a pro, but -

Where did you learn?

On my own. With videos.

By listening.

You play anything?

I'd like to, but I'd have to start with music class.

It's not for me.

It's awful.

My mom made me go. I hated it.

Turned me off for to years.

What do you listen to?

Everything.

I can get into reggae, gypsy music,

classical, dubstep.

Everything.

Only thing I really can't stand is hard rock.

People with long hair who scream.

No words, no melody - not my thing.

It's annoying. But everything else.

Oh, fuck.

Why?

Because...

my big thing is hard rock.

I mean it. it's no joke.

I'm into the hard stuff.

Hard rock, hard metal.

You said it's lots of screaming.

You may not like my stuff.

I associate it with guys with long hair who scream.

So I pass.

Maybe your stuff is different.

I'm sorry.

- I was kidding. - You don't play it?

I was trying to fix things.

I couldn't. I kept blabbering on.

You really think they all have long hair?

Almost.

I don't play it, but it's not true.

But you don't play it'?

I'll play you my stuff.

Yeah, cool. I'd like that.

That way we have to get together again.

Sorry.

You okay?

Fine, and you?

- Sorry, I got held up. - No problem.

The train was late.

Been waiting long?

What now?

You want to eat something? A waffle, a crepe.

We can sit outside.

But a gyro instead.

You got me slaving away this weekend.

Why?

Life of Marianne.

- You read it? - I tried. I started.

And?

It's pretty tough. Slow-going.

You mean you don't like it'?

Thick books like that...

they put me off.

I put down some short books after two pages.

But how can anyone not like it'?

I didn't say that.

It's all that...

that vocabulary, the long sentences, the old stuff.

There's lots of description.

He explores sentiments but gets under her skin.

Who knows? Maybe you'll make me like it.

I'll try to read it all.

Ever read a book you liked?

Have you read a book you liked?

I never read a book!

You never finished a book you liked?

Never?

There was one book I got into.

But I didn't read it alone.