“You’re really getting married, huh?” he asks. He doesn’t know why he keeps asking, why he keeps wishing the answer were different when he knows it won’t.
Her eyes drop close. “Yeah,” she sighs. “Yeah, I am.”
“I wish I could…”
“You wish what?” she whispers, her breath close to his face.
He swallows, tries to articulate his thoughts through the haze in his mind. He’s so, so close to her - close enough to see the faint dusting of freckles across her nose… (X)
And they lived happily ever after.
At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try.
Strange that I was wrong enough, to think you’d love me too. I guess you were kissing a fool, you must have been kissing a fool.
#yes yes and yes #dan was equally fascinated by both girls only in different ways #and where serena failed to live up to the image and while dan/serena are forever stuck in what they were in hs #dan and blair blossomed #blair proved him wrong. taught him helped him grow and she became everything he had never known he wanted #absolute perfect ok?
#OMG YES #she taught him how to live #and not just stand aside and watch #she was the reason he wanted in the upper east side #not serena #he could have lived happily just watching serena from afar #but the moment blair showed up he knew he had to understand #omg how was this wasted for so called epic shit