KISS ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT
By Chris Chibnall
TONY
Listen...I need to...Um...Say...I mean...I know we only met earlier...and I nearly set you on fire. And we’re both going out with people. Obviously that’s quite tricky. But...Well...You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on in my entire life. I saw you and my heart leapt. You make me want to change my life. To...participate. I know it’s not possible and that you have a boyfriend and we’re not...compatible or whatever but...I just...I know it’s stupid...but maybe just hear me out for a second and then you can tell me I’m an idiot and we’ll both go back in and pretend like this never happened but...I want to travel the world with you. I want to bring the ice cold Amstel to your Greek shore. And sit in silence and sip with you. I want to go to Tesco’s with you on a Sunday. Watch you sleep, scrub your back, rub your shoulders, suck your toes. I want to write crap poetry about you, lay my coat over puddles for you, always have a handkerchief available for you. I want to get drunk and bore my friends about you. I want them to phone up and moan about how little they see me because I’m spending so much time with you. I want to feel the tingle of our lips meeting, the lock of our eyes joining, the fizz of our fingertips touching. I want to touch your fat tummy and tell you you look gorgeous in maternity dresses, I want to stand next to you wide eyed and hold my nose as we open that first used nappy, I want to watch you grow old and love you more and more each day. I want to fall in love with you. I think I could. And I think it would be good. And I want you to feel the same.
Could you? Maybe?