I have learnt how to live… how to be in the world and of the world, and not just to stand aside and watch and I will never, never again run away from life or from love, either. And it’s because of you, Blair Waldorf. You have taught me how to live, how to enjoy everything the world has to offer. You have brought out this side of me I never thought existed. Before you, I did not truly know how to live.
He hates that he thinks like this. As if it isn’t bad enough already that he’s gone and written them into a book, assigned them the roles so clear and simple it’s not even a stretch, and she still doesn’t want him. As if it’s not enough. Now he has to go and search for them in everything he sees, and he can’t stop, can’t stop—it’s like an infection, once it starts it spreads and soon he’s thinking about them all the time, and the stupidest part is that there isn’t a them, there isn’t an us, she said so herself.
But that doesn’t stop him.
Well written and made me cry.
And as for Dan? He likes Aidan. Sweet. Charming. Smart. Caring. Upbeat. Not-conducive-to-destructive-habits. They get into a heated debate over it once, and in retrospect Dan’s sincerely glad Nate wasn’t there to see him defend a character from Sex and the City with the passion and prose that he did that night. "Blair, Aidan’s good for Carrie. He gets her to stop smoking. He’s always thinking of ways to make her happy. She feels content and safe whenever she’s around him.
[I am Dan Humphrey. Ok. That’s why this hurt. Someone slap me!]