"Tom: Anybody can make a big romantic gesture, all right? The question is: What happens after? Do you remember? Do you remember what you said to me that night?
Laura: Yeah, I remember everything.
Tom: So, what’d you say?
Laura: I said it was the perfect night.
Tom: You said it was the perfect night.
Laura: So?
Tom: So? How do I top that?
Laura: We had so much fun.
Tom: We had so much fun.
Laura: So what’s the problem with that?
Tom: The problem is, every time we had one of these amazing nights, I would wake up the next morning in a freaking panic. So why don’t we just spare each other a mundane life of crushing disappointment, and just do it with somebody else." The Romantics
Do you ever wonder what could have happened? What could have been? I tried not to indulge too often. But once in a while, i wonder...If i had made different choices, if i hadn't chicken out, if he hadn't chicken out, if he wasn't about to marry someone else...If he hadn't been scared of greatness, if I hadn't been scared, where would we be? Would we have had perfect nights? Perfect mornings? Would we have been as great together as my intuition tells me? I guess there is both beauty and pain in knowing you'll never know...in not having an answer. And maybe your fantasy is better that anything that could have been. Maybe. xox
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