Sometimes a sweet word means nothing. But other times, it means too much.
|"Talk to me, Candace. It's important."
"Thank you. That's nice. You know I feel the same. But I need more than sweet endearments."
"Yes, that's nice. But please, Candace. We need to talk."
That's not you, Candace. That's just the box of Sweethearts talking."
"I know you're there, Candace. Please. Talk to me."
"Is that—? Okay, you're right, Candace. I'm sorry I lost my temper last time. If you're mad, then— You know I'm no good at apologies, Candace. I never was. But I am sorry. I should have started by saying that. And if you don't want to talk, that's okay. But just give me a message, please, so that I'll know you're still there, that you haven't— Oh God, if you could only see how—! Candace! Please!"
me & you
"Oh, Jesus. Yes, it was you and me, once, wasn't it? Just us, that night we left home That thousand-mile drive, that shot into the dark. Your head on my shoudler as midnight crept toward morning. Did you feel it when I kissed you?"
"I didn't want to wake you. You know, there's not a day goes by I don't think of that night we drove into the dark and I made you mine."
Fit for love
"Oh, sweet God, you are there, Candace! Thank you! I should have come back sooner, but after that last fight, I was so scared you'd be gone for good! Then I got scared that I'd waited too long, that you'd have left me behind for good and gone into the dark alone. You know I won't ever leave you, Candace. You do know that, don't you?"
"That's right. Forever and after, like I promised. I will be yours and you'll be mine. Forever."
"I am your number one fan. I always was. I mean, I had to be, if I took on Mitch Kendall to get to you. Right?"
"That was Mitch. But I wasn't scared, not even after I realized it was my blood, not his, all over his letterman jacket. But I wasn't scared, because I was thinking of you, how I wanted you to notice me, how I wanted you to be mine. I didn't even feel it when he hit me. All during that fight, it was like I was floating, and it was someone else, someone stronger, pounding his face into meat, only they were using my fist."
"Thanks. But, uh, actually we do have some business to talk about. I said I'd never leave you, but I do have to go away, for a little while. The police are— They came by again. Don't worry, they're not going to find you, but I have to go, and I don't know when I'll be back."
"I would, Candace. I would, and I'd do more. But a shovel leaves traces, and like I said, the police ..."