WHAT IF I TOLD YOU I WANT TO BE WITH YOU?
She was like-- oh my god i have so many feelings i can't process, i need to figure out what this means to me, i'm not quite sure i'm ready to feel anything again, i'm not sure i trust you i mean i trusted barry and he ran off with susan, i need to figure out my job before i can be ready to even think about loving again.
WHAT IF I WAS DYING?
She was all-- hey come on don't be silly, this isn't the right time for me to feel, i can't deal right now, i'm not even sure where i am in my life, when this is over we can talk about us, and anyway i'm kind of seeing george he's really nice and he should be back from the gym any minute.
I AM DEAD. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT ME?
She looked in the mirror-- is now the right time? have i figured my poor little self out? am i ready to love? did i process my feelings? did i do the right thing? maybe I'll call Mr. Red on the telephone.
MR. RED IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
She visited his grave and said-- you meant so much to me, you cared so much for me, you were a shining light in my life, i think i may well have loved you....
She talked some more about love and soulmates and having wasted her time. She sobbed away as if someone should have sympathy for her. The only thing to do was to remind her of a simple fact.
MR. RED IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
