Guillaume：

Um, well, today, I'd like to tell you about a nice guy. A very nice guy. My best friend, Nicolas. Because he's so nice. Um, yeah, we've known each other for many years, but we became very close friends maybe two years ago, I think. Oh, by the way, he's here! He's in the class. My God. What a coincidence. There's many things we like to do together. We like to, um, exchange ideas, we like to talk about music, and books, and films, and girls sometimes. We ski together, we go out, we drink, smoke his father's expensive cigars...We even sleep together sometimes,but, you know, as friends do.This guy is good looking, he's smart, he's good in everything, he's a terrific writer,great talent, and he's wise, too.He's a well-thought gentleman.He's never boring.He's calm, he's quiet, but he's never boring.He's one of the only person I trust, seriously.And he has this rich inner life. He's a great listener. He listens to you. I love this guy so much. I even tried to kiss himthe other night. Little by little, and, um,last weeks that followed this wonderful summer that we spent together almost alone in the city, um...I have to admit, something changed. Something weird and scary grew in me.It was this thing that I couldn't put in a category,and it was, um, strange but beautiful at the same time, and it was beautiful but crazy at the same time.It was something from the belly. Or something from the sky. The sky above us, I don't know. And then, I told myself, "You know what, maybe this is love. Maybe this is a strange kind, but truthful love."