martes, 13 de abril de 2010

It feels real


Charlie: Have you ever been in love?
Desmond: Thousands of times.
Charlie: That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about spectacular, consciousness altering love. Do you know what that looks like?
Desmond: I wasn't aware that love looked like anything.
Charlie: I've seen it, mate, on the plane back from Sydney.
Desmond: Is that so? Well, we were on the same flight, so maybe I saw it too.
Charlie: Trust me, you didn't.
Desmond: No? Enlighten me.
Charlie: There was this woman two rows in front of me... in handcuffs... sittin' with a cop. He looked at me, knew I was holding. If I didn't take action, I'd be caught. So I got up, went to the lav... proceeded to eliminate the evidence by swallowing my stash. And at that exact moment, we hit turbulence. I choked. The entire bag of heroin is stuck in my throat. It's, uh, it's over. Everything starts to go dark. I'm slippin' into the abyss, and then... I see... her. A woman. Blonde. Rapturously beautiful. And I know her. We're together. It's like... You've always been, and... always will be. This... feeling, this... love. And just as I'm about to be engulfed by it. I open my eyes, and this sodding idiot is standing there, asking me if I'm okay. But I saw it. Just for a moment, I saw what it looked like.


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