I wish he wasn't gay

Bertram 2022-04-20 09:01:37

She was beautiful, successful, loved the man for nine years, and even tried to get him back when she heard that he was getting married. At first it was to win, but later I found out that I still love him a little more.

However, her personality didn't suit him, or he thought it didn't suit him. Otherwise, he would not choose a silly girl who was willing to sacrifice for him as his bride. Men, especially men who have been in love, will still choose such a girl instead of her perfect but self-conscious.

That gay, every time she was mad and chaotic, always looked at her so tenderly, sat beside her tenderly, and understood and tolerated all her little bad. She was always tense and didn't know how to relax, but he was so funny and humorous. The story he made up at the dinner table and the song he sang made it hard not to like his character. What a woman like her needs is actually such a man.

Too bad he's gay, always. Even at the end, when I thought he was going to tell her, he was actually joking.

Heart sour.

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My Best Friend's Wedding quotes

  • George Downes: It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.

  • George Downes: The misery, the exquisite tragedy. The Susan Hayward of it all. I can just picture you there, sitting alone at your table in your lavender gown.

    Julianne Potter: Did I tell you my gown was lavender?

    George Downes: Hair swept up. Haven't touched your cake. Probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen tablecloth, the way you do when you're really feeling down. Perhaps looking at those nails thinking: 'God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure, but it's too late now.

    Julianne Potter: George, I didn't tell you my dress was lavender.

    George Downes: Suddenly, a familiar song. And, you're off your chair in one, exquisite movement... wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish... radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he's on the telephone. But then, so are you. And then he comes towards you... the moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is... gay... like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think... what the hell. Life goes on. Maybe there won't be marriage... maybe there won't be sex... but, by God, there'll be dancing.