It took me a while to learn that sometimes no matter how much, or how hard you love someone, or something, you have to let them go. You can’t save a sinking ship.
Sometimes, you have someone else you have to be strong for, who needs you more.
You make a choice.
A devastating one.
And you hope, maybe one day, they’ll come back to you.
Commençons par un truc très émoustillant. Le mambo torride de Brigitte Bardot pendant que Jean-Louis Trintignant la contemple, atterré, et revolver en main dans le sulfureux (pour cette époque) de Roger Vadim