Chillin' with the Cheshire Cat

Louie: Pamela, I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up! … Let me tell you. Let me. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me… and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough. I feel like I’m going to live a thousand years because that’s how long it’s going to take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you, Pamela. I don’t want to be with any body else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore, I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream. You were holding my hand and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real. I’m sick in love with you, Pamela. It’s like a condition. It’s like polio. I feel like I’m going to die if I can’t be with you and I can’t be with you so I’m going to die and I don’t care because I was brought into existence to know you and that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back? It’s, like, greedy. I’m doing a bad job of this.

Pamela: No you’re not.

Louie: I’m not?

Pamela: No, it’s a good job.

Louie: Is there any planet, any part of the world that you feel any of the same… is there even a shard of a fraction of the feeling? No… just no.

(Source: tylla)