Il y a quelque chose de cassé en moi. I think when they were making me, they forgot some things. I think they forgot that little chip that lets you love another person. I don't think they left the slot empty. I don't feel empty. But I don't know what they filled the hole with. Je ne suis pas triste, mais plutôt...je suis perplexe. So I don't know what to do. Sometimes, I want so desperately to love someone. But there's nothing. No butterflies, no racing heart, no weak knees. 

How do you tell someone that, when they're staring at you so earnestly? When everything about their expression is telling you that this is them, putting it all on the line? When you look at them and there's a part of you that wants to say yes, so badly, but you know that...you can't?

"Oh no... sorry. Je suis flattée mais je ne sais pas trop comment aimer...I'd love to go as friends, though."