An excerpt from a play I recently started writing.
I don’t believe in happily ever after.
I don’t believe in forever.
And I don’t believe in soul mates.
But I believe in you. And me.
I believe in us.
You make me believe.
Or at least you use too.
I want you to look at me like you did before.
Like when we first looked at each other.
When we first saw each other.
When we first touched each other.
When your lips first met mine.
Do you remember that feeling?
I want you to remember that again.
I want you to want me again.
I don’t know what happened
We were so happy.
I thought we were happy.
I need you to remember.
I need to know what changed.
Why have you forgotten?
You need to tell me what happened?
What can I do to fix it?
You need to tell me.
You need to tell me how to fix it.
I need… I need to fix it.
Why are you not talking?
Why are you doing this?
I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done.
I’m sorry I’m so neurotic.
I’m sorry that I snore.
I’m sorry that I forget to recycle.
and I’m sorry that I’ve been working late.
I’m sorry I smoke – I know you don’t like it. I’ll stop. I promise.
Why are you being so quiet?
Why are you being like this?
Don’t. Don’t do this. Please.
Tell me. Please. I just need to know.
When did you stop loving me?