these things are true.

"are you happy being just that?"

"i suppose not. but it's really all i've ever been now, isn't it?"

"not to me."

"yeah, well. you sure have a funny way of showing it."

"c'mon, babe. i love you. you know that."

"i love you too, darling. but it doesn't seem to be enough. can't you find some other girl to put up with you?"

"i can find a ton of girls to put up with me."

"but?"

"but i don't love them. not like i love you."

"i highly doubt they'd love you as much as i do, either."

"nobody will."

"so why is it, then, my love? always the other one; never the one?"

"that's not how it is, babe. we're gonna get married someday."

"i can only wait so long, love. sooner or later someone else is going to wise up and sweep me away from you."

"no one could ever do that, babe. i won't let them. it's always been me and you. always."