She believes in Le petit Marcel, Cacharel and Donaldson; I believe in Chanel, Fendi and O’Neill. Amen.
She believes you have to give love some time, tick tock, there yet?
I believe love is timeless. Sit and wait. Read some more photography journals.
She believes concepts equal actions and she keeps on believing;
I believe actions equals concepts.
She believes love can be induced like giving birth and that agony’s unavoidable;
I believe it is more a natural phenomenon shared by all mamas and mammals.
She believes wit is enlightening; I believe the enlightenment comes from wit har har.
She believes love is soft like a feather, so you hold onto it very carefully.
I believe it is hard.
She believes an obsession is funny, I believe it is peculiar, even terrifying like beetles crawling under your skin.
She believes people are great; I believe there are some great people. Not many.
She believes socialism is the cure, I believe the cure is not an end in itself.
She believes the world is flat and simple like a chapati, without its chawal.
I believe it is purple. She likes dogs, I like elephants.