Requiem
"I love thinking about the red dress, the television, and YOU! When I'm out in the sun, I SMILE!"
"I'm somebody now. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they'll all like me. It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It's a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right."
"What have I got, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I'm alone. Your father's gone, you're gone. I've got no one to care for. What have I got?"
"Sometimes it seems to stand still. Like you're in a bag and you cant get out and somebodys always tellin' you that it will get better with time and time just seems to stand still and laugh at you and your pain."
"But when you say it, I hear it. You know what i mean? I really hear it. It has meaning to me. I mean, like it's important and I not only hear it, but I believe it with all of me...and it makes the inner me feel good. You know why? It's because I feel that you really know me, the real me. You're not just looking on the outside, but you're looking at my inner being and seeing that there is a real person inside. All my life I've been told I'm a "raven-haired beauty" and I was told that because that was supposed to make everything alright. "Don't worry honey, you're a beauty. Everything will be alright." Like thats the Alpha and the Omega of existence. Like if you're beautiful, you don't feel pain or have dreams or know the despair of loneliness. Why should you be unhappy, you're so beautiful?"
"You can appreciate the inner me. Like right now, I feel a closeness between us that I've never felt with anyone before...anyone. I don't know if I can put it into words but, that's just it, it doesn't need words. That's the whole point. Like what's the use of all those words when the feelings arent behind them."
"Someone like you...could really make it alright for me."
"I love you. You make me feel like a person. Like I'm me... and I'm beautiful."
"You are beautiful. You're the most beautiful girl in the world. You are my dream."
"In the end, everything's all right."
"The soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows, as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream..."
"Unfortunately, I suspect there never will be a requiem for the dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn its passing. Perhaps time will prove me wrong. As Mr. Hemmingway said: "Isn't it pretty to think so?"