I found this among the penultimate episode of Californication's season 2. It struck me as one of the most beautifully written proposals to date. Hank Moody at his lyrical best..
I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me.But this...
this is the hardest thing I've ever had to write.There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it.
I met someone. It was an accident.I wasn't looking for it. I wasn't on the make.
It was a perfect storm. She said one thing. I said another.
Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.
now there's this feeling in my gut. She might be the one.She's completely nuts...in a way that makes me smile -- highly neurotic.A great deal of maintenance required.
She is you, karen.
That's the good news.The bad is that I don't know how to be with you right now.And it scares the shit out of me.Because if I'm not with you right now, I have this feeling we'll get lost out there.
It's a big, bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment...the moment that could've changed everything.I don't know what's going on with us, and I can't tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me...but, damn, you smell good -- like home.And you make excellent coffee.That's got to count for something, right?Call me.
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank moody.
I just sit there ,crosslegged ,perched atop my berth, gazing out of the window at sandhill dunes and small rocky plateaus.Besides me a host of Gujju families keep chattering in words which sound like Sanskrit to me .Names of stations flashing by evoke long-forgotten memories of newspaper clippings. Life as I knew it has ended and a new chapter has swept me off my feet!
Just a couple of days ago i bid adieu to people whom i have grown to relate with every minor or major event of my life.They were the sheets upon which i had sketched the finest years of my life, the pillars upon whom i had scripted 'My Home away from Home'. An odd bunch of characters who made me cherish the little things in life ,soak in guilty pleasures and enjoy the extremes !And in a split second they were all gone and I am left staring at the vastness of horizons and the numbness of life....
They now stand as figments of memories of days gone by , as i embark on an alien road all by myself. As i look back , smiles cross my face and i am pulled by an uncontrollable urge to click the 'repeat on' button and relive those years all over again .If only...
Every good thing comes to an end ! What remains are small lingering perfect moments , the satisfaction of being there in the first place and the hope that there will be a sequel ..soon. And as they all say 'Hope is a good thing'.
A lily of a day
Is Fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night,
It was the plant and flower of light
In small proportions we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.
(Ben Johnson)