I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you are with Spencer, "Spence," and in every single thought that you have, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you bring their food, and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.
---Melvin Udall, As good as it gets
She knows. Deep within. This is what she wants. This is what that will make her heart go waltz..on a simple street, no matter the weather, no matter if she is in her PJs, no nothing would matter. Even after hearing this...feeling this...she is being stalled by something. Will she know what? Why is her conscience not confronting her and asking her to move forward. Why is she taking her time? Will she hear this again...? Will it be the same? Devotion and nicety. Will it?
Oh, the questions! And the blank wall for answers. And a tumultuous applause is being played by the thoughts in the brain. Each tugging ahead of each other. Which thought will move forward and win the place to be at the tip of her tongue? Or will they never form words? Will the words give rise to a feeling? Or should she WAIT...