That one person wasn’t me. And while I’m incredibly angered, bitter, hurt that you didn’t tell me until after the fact…I still love you. And it’s a more pure and genuine love than she will EVER feel for you.
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“I swore I knew the melody
That I heard you singing
And when you smiled
You made me feel
Like I could sing along
But then you went and
changed the words
Now my heart is empty
I’m only left what used-to-be’s,and
once upon a song”
Will Hayes: 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 wanna 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 Hayes: Oh! Oh, my God.
April: You should’ve got on your knee.
Will Hayes: Just shut up! Here - I wanna marry you because you’re the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time that 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.
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