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Still like the little prince even though I’ve read it thousand times. It is also a little story I wanna tell you, my very own boyfriend.




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‘That’s right,’ said the fox. ‘To me, you are still just a little boy like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you have no need of me, either. To you, I am just a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we shall need one another. To me, you will be unique. And I shall be unique to you.’
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‘Nowhere is perfect,’ sighed the fox. Presently, he returned to his theme. ‘My life is monotonous. I hurt chickens and men hurt me. All chickens are alike and all men are alike. So I get bored. But if you tame me, my life will be sunshine. I shall recognize the sound of a step different from all others. The other steps send me hurrying underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like the sound of music. And look yonder! Do you see the cornfields? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. Those cornfields don’t remind me of anything. And I find that rather sad! But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be marvelous when you have tamed me! Wheat, which is also golden, will remind me of you. And I shall love the sound of the wind in the whet…’
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‘You must be very patient,’ replied the fox. ‘First you will sit down at a little distance from me, like that, in the grass. I shall watch you out of the corner of my eye and you will say nothing. Words are a source of misunderstandings. But every day, you can st a little closer to me…’
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‘You should have come back at the same time,’ said the fox. ‘If for example you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, I shall start feeling happy at three o’clock, I shall become agitated and start worrying; I shall discover the price of happiness. But if you come at just any time, I shall never know when I should prepare my heart to greet you… One must observe certain rites.’
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‘It is something which is all too often forgotten,’ said the fox. ‘It is what makes one day different from other days, one hour different from other hours. For example, there is a rite among my hunters. On Thursdays they do dancing with the village girls. So Thursdays is a marvelous day for me. I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters were to go dancing just any day, every day would be like any other day for me and I would never have a holiday.’
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‘You are beautiful but you are empty,’ the little prince continued. ‘One cannot die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passer-by would believe that my very own rose looked just like you, but she is far more important than all of you because she is the one I have watered. And it is she that I have placed under a glass dome. And it is she that I have sheltered behind a screen. And it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except for the two or three saved to become butterflies). And it is she I have listened to complaining or boasting pr sometimes remaining silent. Because she is my rose.’
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‘Goodbye,’ said the fox. ‘Now here is my secret. It is very simple. It is only with one’s heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.’
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You already tamed me, and I already tamed you, too. So, we are gonna be responsible for each other forever...❤