Goddamit, Andrew, if you're gonna succedd at this thing, (What thing?) this, this thing you're trying to do, you gotta stop being so damn deferential!
I can't help being deferential, it's built in.
Then change.
Change?
I have changed.
I don't mean on the outside, change on the inside.
Take chances, make mistakes. (Mistakes?) Yes!
Sometimes it's impotant not to be perfect, okay, it's important to do the wrong thing.
Do the wrong thing?
Yes.
Why?
Oh, I see, to learn from your mistakes.
No, to make them!
To find out what's real, and what's not, to find out what you feel.
Human beings are terrible messes, Andrew.
I'll grant you that.
I see, this is what is know as an irrational conversation, isn't it?
No, this is a human conversation.
It's not about being rational, it's about following your heart.
And that's what I should do?
Yes.
And you have a heart, Andrew, you do, I feel it.
I don't even believe it sometimes, but I do feel it.
And in order to follow that heart, one must do the wrong thing.
Yes.
Thank you.


But you're not married yet!
No, two weeks from Saturday. {?} You absolutly positive you're doing the right thing?
Positive.
You're not getting married. *scoffs* I'm never absolutly positive about anything.
So you could be doing the wrong thing.
No, I'm pretty sure I'm doing the right thing.
Great.
Why is that great?
Well, in your apartment, you told me to do the wrong thing.
Now, you are not doing the wrong thing, you're doing the right thing.
Safe to say, you're not following your own advice, 'cause if you were, you would definetly not be marrying this man Charles.
Because I would be doing the right thing.
Precisely.
In some strange way, you're starting to make sense.
Good.
D'you have any idea what it's like to be in love with someone who's about to marry someone else?
Somebody who's totally magnificent, someone who walks into a room and lights it up like the sun?
Someone who you know is lying to herself?
Lying?
Convincingly, very very much so.
About what?
That you don't love me.
When I know in at least some way you do.
But how do you know that?
Portcia, I have done everything inside and out.
But that stuff doesn't matter to me.
Well something matters, 'cause I have to believe that if nothing mattered, you'd love me, and not some man who's chin can sink the Titanic! (*sobbing*) What?
See?
It's true isn't it?
I'm sorry...
Does he light you up like this?
Does he make you laugh? *sobbing* No one makes me laugh like you.
Good!
Then admit it, admit that you love me, and you want to kiss.
That's all, one quick kiss.
Just one kiss, could not jeprodize a glorious marriage.
Besides, it would also explain to me why your impulses just jumped from 66 to 102 beats per minute.
Your respiration rate has doubled.
You're putting out clouds of {?}.
Fair to read me like that.
I know, love isn't fair.
I'm reading your heart, I'm asking you to follow it.
Begging you.
Begging is supposed to be humiliating, but I don't care.
I love you, Portcia.
I've loved you the very first moment I saw you.

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April Rain - One Is Glad To Be Of Service (in memory of Robin Williams)

Music is my shelter
I can hear it even when it doesn't have a voice.

A frog living by the English Channel. Of a curious disposition she's often sighted between the pages of old books.

{Petite grenouille qui a élu domicile Outre-Manche. Curieuse de nature, on la trouve souvent entre les pages de vieux livres}

April Rain - One Is Glad To Be Of Service (in memory of Robin Williams)

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