li isso na revista DIVa, de Fevereiro....desculpa...ia traduzir...mas deu preguica...

true love

"romantic love is all about love in pieces. It's how we fall in love, where we fall in love. No one falls in love with a whole person, not in the first place. In the time of actually falling, with fall in love with what initially attracts us - her eyes, her cheekbones, laugh, dancefloor slide, bedroom ride. With growing acquaintance, or a few days under the duvet, we add more elements; the way she cuts a loaf of bread, her DVD collection, the smell of your skin on hers, the smell of her skin on yours a day later when you still don't want to wash her off. Even when we fall in love with our best friend, we think we know our best friend inside out, but when romantic friendship turns to romantic love, the whole gets splintered into lust-worthy specifics, and your oldest mate becomes a brand new person, each well know trait refracted through a prism of new desire."