Timelapse Syndrome

Marie, are you awake? Good.

You look so beautiful and peaceful, you almost look dead. I’m glad because there is something that has always been very difficult for me to say. I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit. I’ve never been relaxed enough around anyone to be able to say that. You give me confidence in myself.

I know we’ve only known each other four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days and the third day seemed like a week again and the fourth day seemed like eight days and the fifth day you went to see your mother and that seemed just like a day and then you came back and later on the sixth day, in then evening, when we saw each other, that started seeming like two days, so in the evening it seemed like two days spilling over into the next day and that started seeming like four days, so at the end of the sixth day on into the seventh day, it seemed like a total of five days. And the sixth day seemed like a week and a half. I have it written down, but I can show it to you tomorrow if you want to see it.

Anyway, I’ve decided that tomorrow, when the time is right, I’m going to ask you to marry me, if that’s o.k. with you. Just don’t say anything.

(no answer) You’ve made me very happy.

Navin R. Johnson

The most romantic monologue i’ve ever seen in entire of my life…

I hereby convinced that the fondest love comes from the idiot ones

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