My play “Senior Moment” opens with Young Louis professing his love to Young Dorothy. She’s off in the distance though, and we’re not sure if she can hear him. They are dressed for Senior Prom, circa 1950s:
YOUNG LOUIS: I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I look at you, my eyes and heart are clear. When you look at me, I feel all the insides of me buzzing, like little happy bees. I never knew ‘til now that the heart really is where we feel it- we really feel love. Oh my God. It’s pounding here. Here. Put your hand. Do you feel it? It’s like it might explode!!! Seriously, I wonder… has anyone ever had a heart attack as a result of such love? I really wonder. I … need… to … sit. I need you to go away so I don’t see you. Owww. But NO!!!! It hurts worse. Come back here right now. Let’s face it, it’s going to do this- POUND like this whether or not you are here, so you might as well be here. OH MY GOODNESS!!! I’m aching with my love for you. Don’t leave me. Please. Don’t leave me. I couldn’t take it. If you left me, the pounding would compound to compete with herding elephants. And it would be too loud, for one. Plus. Oh, my God, I would miss you- and look, see, I’m crying now at just the thought of it. So don’t. Don’t. Please. Ever leave. Oh God, I just want to jump on you to wrap my arms and legs around you to envelope you, and I want you to do the same to me. Until we are inside each other, all wrapped up together. Until you are in me and I am in you and nothing, no one, Nothing, not even death could tear us apart. I hate this. I am shaking! I am jumping up and down! I can’t control it or conceal it. I can’t take it back. I love you and I always will and now I understand that THIS is what they mean, this is what they were talking about, This is the feeling that we live for, wait for, and only when we are in it, can we possibly understand that everything else is moot. My love for you…is… Everything. And Always.