When are we going to stop trying to change?

I've realized that every blog I've ever written was about someone other than myself.

Jesse: You want to know why I wrote that stupid book?
Celine: Why?
Jesse: So that you might come to a reading in Paris and I could walk up to you and ask, "Where the fuck were you?"

I forgot how much I am in love with that movie. Before Sunset. So simple. Why can't love be simple? Talking and emotions and opinions. We spend so much time analyzing love; what we're doing wrong, what we're doing right, how we can fix things. And try to change them. When are we going to stop trying to change?