am i ugly?

clementine: joely?
joel: yeah tangerine?
clementine: am i ugly?
joel: uh-uh.
clementine: when i was a kid, i thought i was. i can't believe i'm crying already. sometimes i think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don't matter. so, i'm eight, and i have these toys, these dolls. my favourite is this ugly girl doll who i call clementine, and i keep yelling at her, "you can't be ugly! be pretty!" it's weird, like if i can transform her, i would magically change, too.
joel: [kisses clementine] you're pretty.
clementine: joely, don't ever leave me.
joel: you're pretty... you're pretty... pretty...

i can't explain how much i love this film.
certain scenes seemed as though they were taken from my life.
so strange.
yet, reassuring.
in ways i can't even begin to think about.
even though i'm a bit of a hard arse when it comes to romance this film just makes me ache. more so now i'm single. i love the love joel and clementine have and at times i want somebody to hug, kiss and tell me i'm pretty.