Memory #13

#13 (11/27/12)
I miss laughing with her. In 2000, we were in Kansas with her then boyfriend Blake. We went to one of his friends' house, Richard. We sat on the couch; there was a movie on. It was a lazy summer afternoon. I think Michael Douglas was in the movie.
At some point, he got hurt and he had a bad bloody gash on his face. I said "Why does he have pizza on his nose?" I said it in French and we both started dying. It doesn't sound so funny now, but it hit a nerve that I knew it would. We had this connection. I knew what would make her laugh and it would make me laugh even more in turn... Nobody else laughed at that joke, they didn't get it and tried to tell us it was a wound -we knew.


Ce qui me manque beaucoup c'est de rire avec elle. En 2000, on etait au Kansas avec son boyfriend de l'epoque, Blake. On etait alle chez un de ses amis, Richard. On s'est assis sur le canape; il y avait un film a la tele. C'etait un apres midi d'ete paresseux. Je crois que Michael Douglas etait dans le film.
A un moment, il s'est blesse au visage, il avait le nez tout sanguinolant. J'ai dit "Pourquoi il a de la pizza sur le nez?" et on a eclate de rire toutes les deux. Aujourd'hui c'est pas tres marrant, mais ca avait touche un nerf, et je le savais. On avait cette connection. Je savais ce qui la ferai rire et ca me faisait rire moi encore plus. Personne d'autre n'avait rigole de ma blague, ils nous ont dit que c'etait une blessure -oui, on savait.