Things’ll turn out the way you want, if you could just stop doubting that I love you.
Because everyone else is boring. And because you’re different.
Stephanie, can you hold my hand? I cannot sleep…She takes it.
I am collecting beautiful objects. A pair of shoes. Some glasses. Telephone. Typewriter. They are made from wood and felt. With apparent stitches. Their delicate and finished appearance is friendly. And they are quiet.
Would you marry me when we are seventy? You have nothing to lose.