The Paroles Of JK

Not really a post about Hugh Grant, but I’ve been told I sound like him, and I want to try out some dialogue from a play I’m tinkering with.

B: I love you. You and I have been drifting, moment by moment, past each other, somehow never gathering the courage to say it. So I’m saying it. I’m saying it before I leave because if I don’t then you’ll find someone else, and so will I, and for our whole lives we’ll wake up and regret, just a little, not having each other. We are one person, broken in half before birth, and seeking ever since the missing part of ourselves.

A: but-

B: there are no buts! Here, in this moment, in these seconds, there is only us. Us and the words. Words are all I have to offer you. Three words and two; I love you. Marry me.

A: you can’t - you can’t just ask me that. You can’t just ask it like it’s nothing.

B: it’s taken me six years to work out. It’s everything.