More than. Less than. Equals to.

'Nathaniel... I don't know why, but... I really really really like you. At first, I don't know WHY AM I DOING THIS. HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO KEEP UP? You're too sweet, you're too funny, you're too gentle to me, you're to good for me. I don't even know you, Nathan. WHAT'S YOUR REAL DEAL? WHO ARE YOU? What if you like me too? If you care for me too?... Nathan... I'm sorry... What if you saw me like this? If you saw me changed? You'll think that I'm a heartless person. I do know that you don't want attachments, but... I think MY HEART NOW BELONGS TO YOU... NATHAN, I PLAYED MY OWN GAME. YET THE REALITY IS PLAYING WITH ME... WHEN WILL I STOP? Can I, Nathan? You're a player, Nathan. I know you always win. But WILL YOU GIVE ME A CHANGE? And if I lose, WILL YOU LET MY HEART LET GO OF YOURS? Will you say, Denise... Please, stop?'

We're more than strangers. We're more than friends. We're more than an unexpected relationship. But, we're less than lovers. We're less than in love and we're less than have a special relationship.

How's that?

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