how it feels to care about something passionately

Charlie:  I admire you, Donald, you know?  I spent my whole life paralyzed, worrying about what people think of me, and you, you’re just oblivious.

Donald:  I’m not oblivious.

Charlie:  No, you don’t understand.  I mean that as a compliment.  There was this time in high school.  I was watching you out the library window and you were talking to Sarah Marsh.

Donald:  Oh, God, I was so in love with her.

Charlie:  I know.  And, and you were flirting with her and she was being really sweet to you.

Donald:  I remember that.

Charlie:  And then when you walked away she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti.  And it was like they were, they were laughing at me.  I mean…you didn’t know at all.  You seemed so happy.

Donald:  I knew.  I heard them.

Charlie:  Well, how come you were so happy?

Donald:  I loved Sarah, Charles.  It was mine, that love.  I owned it.  Even Sarah didn’t have the right to take it away.  I can love whoever I want.

Charlie:  But she thought you were pathetic.

Donald:  That was her business, not mine.  You are what you love, not what loves you.  That’s what I decided a long time ago.