I carry your heart with me. I carry it in my heart. I am never without it.
Anywhere I go, you go, my dear. And whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling.
I fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet. I want no world, for beautiful you are my world,
my truth. And it's you are whatever moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing
is you. Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the
bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life which grows higher than a soul can hope or a mind
can hide. And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it
in my heart. So, what do you think? You think our friends will like it as a toast for their
engagement party? I mean, who has an engagement party on Christmas Day? They're lucky we've
known them since we were, what? Yes, five. I still remember. Oh, it was E.E. Cummings? Not
my personal favorite, but their personal favorite. So, gotta read what they love, right? Oh, what's
mine? Oh, by E.E. Cummings, I have to say, may I feel, said he. Yeah.
Oh, you always tease me about the poems that I like. Teasing me about everything is what you
do best, huh? Hey. Nothing. Just wanted to look at your face. Memorize that beautiful face. Make
sure I don't forget it. I mean, after all, we're going to a wedding. They're bound to ask us.
When it's our turn. Oh, I'm sorry. Is that the wrong question or thing to say when you're
drinking your coffee? You're telling me you haven't thought about it. Yeah. It's you and me. We've
been doing this for a while now. You're telling me you haven't thought about, I don't know, planning
our future together, building a life, being able to come home and say that you're coming home to
me. I've thought about it. I think about it. In the mornings that I don't wake up in your arms feel
like stars losing their twinkle. I don't know. I want to wake up in the morning and I want you
to be there. I want you to make pancakes and your awful eggs. Good Lord. How is it burnt and raw at
the same time? Oh, no, no, no, no. You're not. You're not getting out of that one. I don't know
how you managed to do it, but you did. Well, tell me. Do you think about it? All right. So we move
in. Oh, I called your bluff. No, no, no. Oh, I'm not walking away because. Oh, no, no. Relax.
Relax. I'm not ignoring you. Hey, eyes up. Look at me. You want to move in? You're serious about
it? Because, darling, I am too. I think about you and my heart races. We've been doing this for a
while now and that hasn't changed. Every kiss feels different. Every touch feels new. And the
fact that you can fuck me into oblivion and I can do the same for you. Well, that's icing on the cake,
don't you think? You're it. So what step are you ready for? All right. If I sing to you
every evening, the answer is yes. My voice is terrible. You have to love me if that's your
bargaining chip. So, yeah, I'm moving in. Give me a kiss. I feel like I'm spending the holidays
with you. Go get dressed or we're going to be late. OK.
