Monday, February 1, 2010
Definitely. Maybe. ; 10:03 PM
Will: Will you...um...marry me?April: No. What do you mean, "Will you, um, marry me?" I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you want to marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?Will: Oh! Oh, my god.April: You should've got on your knee.Will: Just shut up! Here - I want to marry you because you're the first person I want to look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I want to kiss goodnight. Because the first time I saw these hands, I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them. But mainly, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So, will you, um, marry me?April: Definitely. Maybe.
