All language subtitles for He Loves Me (2018)-en (1)

How easy it can be to love when
do you really find love?

When you were afraid of this
feeling so long ...

RAINBOWPOWER

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HE LOVES ME

Leaving the city

I was very scared
for leaving the city.

It looked like I was going to miss life,

even if you left it for a while.

I hated my life
at that time.

I haven't felt anything for months.

You said there was a
beautiful beach in that place.

You were here once.

This will do us good.

We were going to try it
something beautiful.

It's going to be quiet and quiet.

I wondered if that
it would be a test.

Bring us to this place.

See what it would be like if we were alone,
embraced, surrounded by beauty.

I'll stop blaming you
for all that I am?

Maybe ... you wanted to
separate from me?

If we can't enjoy love
in this place it's all over.

I wanted to give it my all
to make it work.

Although it was hard now
don't show my sadness.

I accompanied you.

I didn't expect anything.

Only when I dived,

in this transparent water,

I realized
how much I got lost in it.

I felt moments of joy,

as I always wanted ...

And I was glad to be there with you.

Suddenly ...

new things came to mind,

new plans for the future.

Making plans is mine
favorite thing.

Something I stopped doing in town.

Because most of them failed,
one after the other.

Destroyed.

I remember the first time
I saw you.

In that coffee that
you worked.

I was too shy to tell you
whatever it was.

I was asking everyone
for you.

But you were with someone else
at that time.

Me too.

It took a while
to connect

and a little later,
when we were both free,

we left to meet.

It was summer,

we were so cute
in our short shorts.

We went to the open-air cinema
in the summer,

but it was hard
see something from the movie.

We keep looking
to each other,

holding our hands.

We don't care
what people thought

in our small town,
provincial.

We both cried that night.

It was ... a relief ...

believe that I finally
I had found someone ...

to love.

We both needed this ...
a lot.

We didn't know if we were
good for each other,

but we didn't care.

The feeling was very strong.

We had met.

We were so innocent
and naive then.

I fell in love with you
almost immediately,

because you looked so good.

But those were just
first impressions.

Later, I saw the real you.

You dedicated yourself to me completely,
without asking questions.

And I did the same.

We became addicted to each other.

We got lost in
our reciprocity.

Sex with you was amazing.

It was saturated and emotionally powerful.

But the best was
wake up next to you.

Look into your eyes in the morning.

We did it every day
worth it.

So we got used
with each other.

My uncertainty has disappeared.

I lost control.

And I arrested you to me.

MY IMPERFECTIONS

In the beginning ... it was like a game.

I had to have you.

I behaved.

But when I already had you ...

something has changed.

You treated me with love
and respect

and I couldn't manipulate you, like
I usually did in relationships.

I had to get rid of my
insecurity and weaknesses

and treat you with the same respect.

But I wasn't ready.

I could never see myself ready.

That made me perfect.

As you were.

But I wasn't.

I was far from perfect.

And instead of trying to be,

I pushed myself in the opposite direction.

I turned against you.

Against us.

I couldn't tolerate
our differences.

You were so balanced,
and I don't.

So I at least felt that.

But my imperfection didn't have
particular importance to you.

I couldn't resist your love.

I loved you ...

but I could never relax with you.

I wanted to enjoy this

and be part of your free spirit
and natural.

I wanted to embrace the beauty
that surrounded us,

the way you did.

But I wasn't you ...

yet.

Every time we fought,
it was wrong.

Because of the arguments
wrong we had.

Who can forget all that
do we say to hurt each other?

All those terrible things
I said,

just to upset you,

to repel you.

So I wouldn't feel guilty
for all the wounds,

I was guilty of.

How selfish of me,
to make you look bad:

for your career choices,

just because mine
I wasn't going anywhere.

But any fight,

was followed by tight tears,

endless hugs,

extreme sex

and magnetic,

moments of intimacy.

However, they still

failed to clean the void,

I felt inside.

He had faith that one day
everything would be fine,

that we would do better.

You said you believed
in beauty in me,

submerged and ugly,

destroyed facade.

I was innocent.

How could I not
want to be with you?

I played with you, saying these things,
but deep down, I loved that.

And I knew you were right.

You were often right.

But I couldn't always admit it.

When we deal with it ...

was so detailed with what was wrong
with my choices, with my work,

my friends, my way of life.

And fomented me to be angry
from you, not from me.

I was concentrated
in proving you were guilty,

instead of admitting you're right

and accept your proposal to help me.

You pressed my buttons
in an obvious way,

almost childlike, struggling to help me.

But that didn't work.

It just got worse.

The last thing I wanted
is that my terrible life

was constantly tolerated
by the man I love.

But ... You were very young too.

We didn't know.

However ...

always talk to you
it seemed right.

When we weren't so sentimental,

you had answers for all
my stupid questions.

You always knew what was best.

Even now I always have to
oppose it to what you say.

That's because I didn't want to admit that
you knew me better than myself.

But in the end,

I silently followed your advice

and I spent hours thinking
in your words,

that I loved ... so much.

I would like to have
HAD YOUR CHILDHOOD

I always wonder what I was doing
when I wasn't close.

I was jealous,
but I never showed it.

Everyone loved you

and how can it be the other way around?

You always had things
beautiful to say to others.

Always happy,

always positive.

Your connection to the world
it was a mystery to me.

We grew up from
different way.

You come from a healthy place.

I wish I had
your childhood.

I blamed you for going out with me tonight,

use drugs, flirt,
boil it.

But that was innocent to you.

It seemed to have no consequences.

For me, it was obsession.

Addiction.

I couldn't help it.

I was hoping you would
something about that,

to stop me, me
save from myself.

And to some extent you did that,

was always by my side.

You left me
play my game,

hoping that I
escaped my system,

but I couldn't stop.

I always thought
that did these things

because you're not the
right person for me.

That the right person,
it would end my uncertainty.

That I would fill the void.

That his love would solve everything.

But then I realized that no one
could do that.

Boyfriend is someone you love,

not someone you use
to heal your wounds.

This is something that everyone
have to do it alone.

And suddenly, when the lighting comes,
when you are lower,

it was exactly for a hole
that I was addressing.

Before you, I could have fun
and feel good about myself.

You put everything
upside down.

To be with you I felt
like a fight.

You never said much,
but the meaning was clear:

what you meant was that
I was doing everything wrong.

Did you know I felt guilty
for what I was,

for what I had become.

It's hard to be with someone like me.

Especially when I have to prove
for you and me at the same time.

We didn't have the same goals.

If it wasn't for me, I don't know
how often would you leave:

or to get high,
or experiment with boys ...

You did that for me,
to be with me.

I strengthened myself
with your stupidity.

I knew you liked it
of the good things about me

and I wanted to be myself.

Be good as I once was.

Be the best.

You told me about your trip
to Thailand.

Describing the physical similarities
and the emotional environment.

I knew you did
this trip with a man.

I knew because once
you told me.

The only thing you really wanted,
was to start a conversation,

because we were silent
a long time ago.

I thought

that you wanted to prove something
or something like that.

It was better that way, because we didn't have
such amazing moments together.

But of course,

you would never have done that.

You just wanted to talk about Thailand.

I was afraid of that.

It wasn't your fault,

but overly dramatic,
as always,

I got up and went back to the tent,

leaving you alone.

Then I took him home

I had not slept well
the night before.

I started thinking about what
we left behind.

I knew if I hung up
and focus on the things around me,

would make me feel better,

think productively,
have fun.

On the surface, I was
doing what you did.

I lay on the beach, I enjoyed the sun,
I was trying to calm down.

But calmer seemed impossible.

There was nothing intimidating
in the nature around me.

There was no reason for me
worry about anything.

I was not worried.

Last winter was crazy.

I was obsessed with the idea of
that wasn't good enough for you.

Or, basically, for anything.

I needed to find ways
to be with you.

Instead of working harder,
try harder

I got into the trap of life's vices.

I wanted you to betray me,
to accuse you of something.

I wanted you to fail,
to give up.

I encouraged you to do that.

It was too silly to think
that I can ask you something like that.

You couldn't have understood
what was happening to me.

There was no point in that.

I let you think,

that your confusion to understand
what I mean

is your own inability
to understand me.

I couldn't stop
to think about that night:

One night somewhere.

We spent all our
money on drugs

and I invited a boy
to make fun of us.

I liked him and knew
that you liked too.

You had seen him perform
in one piece

and you kept talking
how good he is as an actor.

We had been for almost a year,
in fights, drugs and lack of money.

I thought you wanted to break up.

I wasn't sure what you did,
if you did something.

I could see that you
I was tired of us,

but it would never go away.

You were always there.

Why did you love me?

At one point I was nothing,
but it was good for you.

I also knew I loved you
but did you feel that?

I took you for granted.

You would never leave me
so I made more mistakes.

So I took him home.

We talked about trying
with other boys,

because we had not tried and
all our friends did that.

Our monogamy was a joke
to our gay friends.

Although no one believed
that we come back alone from the parties.

But the truth is that despite having sex around,
I had never slept with anyone else.

And deep down I knew you
certainly not either.

No matter how hard I tried
kill my romantic side,

I didn't succeed.

But the medium we went to,

the same one we were part of,

it was easy to try something that was absolutely
contrary to its principles.

The opposite of what you are.

I remember it was awful.

And disgusting.

We were stoned.

I started it all.

I told him to turn around,

because he was looking at me.

I couldn't look at you.

We don't touch each other.

That wasn't us.

It was already morning and I
I had to go to work.

He stayed with you in bed.

I walked down the street convinced of
that he fucked you after I left.

I wish you would stay,
to accuse you of everything.

I couldn't stand it
the weight of guilt accusing me.

I couldn't stand the idea
that you had sex with him.

I couldn't stand any of this.

Even when we were
in bed the night before,

even stoned
after we climb,

I imagined you two if
playing romantically,

feeling each other, connecting ...

Something has changed
after that night.

We lost something.

I stopped feeling you.

I felt ...

very lonely.

DARKNESS

After my long walk,

I lay in front of our tent
trying to get rid of the thoughts.

You sat next to me.

I suppose I was wondering
where I have been.

I wouldn't go back to that terrible night.

We've talked a lot about this already.

I couldn't do it again.

I said ...

I didn't feel very well.

I couldn't talk about
your purity of mind

compared to mine.

With a stunned mind

my thoughts
kept going around

looking for incidents that
we had in the past.

I returned to my concerns
with money, career. All this.

But it was a lie.

These were important wounds,

but they weren't important
at the moment.

These were just the result of
real problem before me.

Before us.

Which means me, basically.

It was hard for me to find
meaning in most things.

I was basically guided
for my emotions.

I was sad, selfish, insecure
and slave to my addictions.

The damage of my formation
was showing off.

All these years of hiding,
lying, pretending ...

be afraid of love, that the
love was not enough.

But I was going to end up alone.

It fucks you when you
it's a kid.

That fucks you for life.

Changing the scenery doesn't
that's better.

It actually makes it clearer,
like I was fucked.

You tried to cheer me up,

telling me how talented I was.

Rationalizing all the reasons why
I haven't had success at work yet.

Why do I still struggle?

I was honest about
my feelings.

I felt even worse with this landscape,
than I felt in the city.

I didn't have city life anymore
to blame.

It was all me.

I failed to be affected
for the beauty.

You didn't get it right in your attempts
to make me feel better.

Did I kill our love that night?

It was pure.

Out of fashion.

And I modernized it.

Did I kill him by inviting him?

Does that thought,
I can't get over it?

What should I focus on?

The cause of my depression?
Or the consequence?

I wasn't that strong.

Maybe that night,
with that guy, it was awesome.

We crossed the line.

I can't run from it.

I felt ... betrayed,

but I couldn't say that

and couldn't stand
blame me for that.

It was like when I found out I was gay,
when I was young.

I didn't want to feel that way.
It hurts.

But it was the truth.

For a while I couldn't understand
how you let that happen.

I was out of control,
but you don't.

There must have been some pleasure,

to be taken from this
decadent lifestyle.

I still blame you for that.

But I'm the one to blame.

What a mess we got into.

I invited the darkness
once again,

right here.

EVERYTHING I REALLY
I WANTED WAS YOU

This place
It couldn't be prettier.

But I still got it
reduce it to both of us.

Being surrounded by people
made me feel alone.

I finally got it
push us to the limit.

And I felt that because it was silent,

and we weren't fighting
or yelling at each other.

Actually, we were kind to each other.

It was like really
it was over.

I could feel the cold reality of the mighty
uncertainty of getting into me.

I couldn't accept you anymore
as something guaranteed.

I felt so ...
desperately alone

and vulnerable.

I felt so guilty,

not really mean
nothing for you.

I know you left me
for a while,

because then you could keep pretending
that things would get better.

I really don't deserve you.

You disappeared for a couple of hours,

I picked up your phone, so I wondered
that you wanted to call home

or a friend to talk to.

Someone other than me
to comfort you,

change an idea.

I didn't even think about doing
the same thing.

I wanted to get lost.

I had nothing to
Tell anyone. Nothing more.

Except for you.

But while you
I was far away

it was easy for me to turn to myself
really, to my destructive mind,

assuming you
I was flirting around.

My loneliness has gone mad.

I wondered if soon you
I would be with someone else.

You got so angry ...

It was very immature
ask you that question.

Of course when you would say no.

And I understand now.

You loved me.

You wouldn't have been with
no one else but me.

My destructive part wanted to
destroy it all.

Or maybe make it more dramatic.

Take it to the limit.

Back to the old number:

it was never my fault.

Always loud and dramatic,
and crying and screaming

trying to get attention,

to escape my unhappiness
and irritation.

I told you what I thought
that night.

That I couldn't forget here.

That I didn't understand how
you could.

How could you be so carefree.

You already explained to me how
felt after that night.

I said we should break up.

It was my intention to hurt you.

And you get upset
it would be my prize.

I wanted you to say no.

Assure me it's not over.

That you loved me,

to go against me
suggestion to finish.

to get upset and fight for me.

I wanted to be dramatic.

I needed attention.

But you said nothing.

you ... left.

You left me alone,

didn't fall into the trap.

You came back,

but I didn't have the courage to
approach me.

I still wanted you to
go after me.

Really,

I barely thought I deserved it all.

I wanted to see the sunset
making sure you followed me

and the beauty of the landscape
would do some magic.

Maybe ...
We would be fine somehow.

The idea of losing you
it was very strong.

You calmly explained to me,

you wanted to think about it.

Think about "us"

Since things have not improved,
we'd better stay apart,

you said.

Maybe, getting together, we would sabotage
our efforts for happiness.

I was very scared.

I never wanted to get away from you.

Everything I ever wanted ...
it was ... you.

HE LOVES ME

I looked out to sea for a long time,

waiting for you to come back and explain
because we should break up.

I knew you were right.
What would you say.

I was looking out to sea,
as if meditating.

My thoughts became a picture in the
before my eyes and everything was dark

and then you came back.

Do you know something?

I love you!

It was a lot of courage of you
do that.

It would be easier for you to leave
and have fun.

Be free.

Find someone new.

I knew you didn't want to be with me
because you're afraid of being alone.

You really wanted to be with me
because you really love me.

In a magical way.

We are different,

different characters,
different pasts,

but what we have in common,
is that we feel the same way.

Of course
it makes no sense to be together.

But our hearts have become one.

You said it doesn't matter,
if I made you suffer.

If I have problems.

I'll grow up.

Families always
stay together.

We are a family,

that's the truth.

I stayed in the water a long time,

because that way I could see you better.

In the water,

I felt like I was a
little boy again.

Your little boy.

Again I liked everything
that was before my eyes,

because you were there.

I felt connected.

I could feel you again.

The same emotion as when
I met you the first time.

Just like when I was a kid.

I felt safe.

The landscape has changed
into something amazing!

I could now see everything.

I was at peace.

Time doesn't matter.

I didn't think I could
feel this way without drugs.

That's the feeling of love.

These moments of love
will remain forever.

You and I alone ...
on our beach,

watching the sunset.

I was happy.

OUR PARADISE

We stayed longer,
I don't know how much longer.

I was very turned off
to worry about time.

I know that place
and the time we spent there

had something to do
with your decision.

You hugged everything,

all the wonderful elements
of nature,

that can have a positive effect
about human behavior.

I saw you absorbing them.

Inhaling this.

The water, the fresh air,
the incredible beauty surrounding us.

So many times that I
I'll be back for that summer

and I think I'm exaggerating,
maybe it wasn't as pure as I remember.

Maybe you stayed
for selfish reasons.

Life is not always so sweet
as it seems.

There is always a fight with reality.

But it was sweet,

it was romantic.

It was wonderful.

You turned darkness into light.

And we couldn't be in a better place
to get back to each other.

The island has become our paradise.

At least once,
after a long time,

I wanted to experience the moment.

I loved myself for feeling again.

In the process,

in that future for which
I refused to look,

I lost you.

But love never went away.

I have a long walk
in front of me,

to be better,
and I still have a lot to do.

But I'll never forget to be
grateful to you for showing me the way,

pushing me to make a turn.

That summer,
when you should leave.

But instead you stayed.

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