Sama, Anna Marie & Leslie LOVE Piece-REVISE

LESLIE: That thing, that moment when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy…and the only thing in focus is you and this person…and you realize that that person is the only person that you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life…and for one moment you get this amazing kiss…and you wanna laugh…and you wanna cry…
SAMA AND LESLIE: Cuz you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it’ll go away at the same time.
ANNA: You guys, can you STOP reciting quotes from movies
SAMA AND LESLIE: Sorry, never been kissed was on tbs last night
ANNA: riiiiight…
LESLIE: Awwww (holds hands together)
ANNA: Ehhh
SAMA: Fuck!!
LESLIE: You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because
ALL: reality is finally better than your dreams.
LESLIE: I don’t know where I stand with you, and I don’t know what I mean to you. All I know is every time I think of you,
ANNA AND LESLIE: All I wanna do is be with you.
ANNA: But trust is a funny thing with us. We swear to each other that we trust each other with everything with have, but jealousy has a good way of ruining romantic moments. Jealousy that breeds famished thoughts into insanity. The type of jealousy where I’m pretty sure I refresh your facebook page more times than I check my notifications. I know you’ve been trying real hard to reassure me, but
ANNA AND SAMA: sometimes intuition never lets me sleep.
SAMA: Now restless nights of being alone,
fighting back the compulsory urge of my body,
trained, to compact itself and press against the wall to make room for you,
I want to go back and hide under your bed record the sound of your slobbering snoring as you set into sleep—put it on loop
ANNA: put it on loop
LESLIE: put it on loop
SAMA-and spoon my body pillow blanket bundle and fall asleep next to it—who needs to play bath and body works soothing pacific ocean sounds disc one when you have snors
[MIMIC SOME WITH OWN ACTIONS]
LESLIE: I want someone who just wants to be near me. To whisper in my ear. To hold my hand and kiss me oh so slightly. To put my hair behind my ear when it falls in my face. To wrap me in their arms and tell me that they love me. I want to be the smile, the first thought, the long drive, or the short walk, the last voice, the random call, the laugh, the sparkle in your eye, the everything you need, just what you want, I want to be
ALL: yours.
ANNA: I just got one question: What happened to all that cute shit?
LES: mhmmm!
Transition! beat?
SAMA: sitting on my couch in my old high school leadership hoodie,
cookie crumbs caught in the grooves and wrinkles of your good boxers
that I’m wearing that you lied about having and have no intention of giving back,
Starring at my phone…
ANNA: I still can’t help but feel frustrated when it takes you more than 3 minutes to respond to my text. Because it is these moments that I feel that you suppress your position as a partner. A moment of tranquility for you, an endless discontent for me. You’re SO sleeping on the phone with me tonight.
SAMA: your numbers pre-programmed in, seven digits but in reality a next lifetime away, thinking of the most trivial reasons to call you just to hear your voice “hey whats up, I was just breathing in air, and it made think about you, you know because you breath too…”
LESLIE: As I sit here I can’t help but wonder why dreams are the way they are. Why when you dream about owning a
SAMA AND LESLIE: Well designed beautiful interior house
AT THE SAME TIME
LESLIE: but is interpreted as yourself wanting comfort and love from that one and only person.
SAMA: Can I come home now?
Say it low: Come home into your arms, and when I say your arms, I mean your arms in that place I've called home but
ALL: 'love can't live here anymore'
In the meanwhile I'm crash at a few friends places until tensions grow high and occupy foreign hotels with foreign bodies where the synthetic linens scrape and pull at my body until I can come back to home
After the third home
LESLIE: It’s interpreted as yourself wanting comfort and love from that one and only person.
SAMA: I know that's some overused shit to say
but I'm stubborn as all hell and will continue to put 'your arms' into google maps and follow the starting point to my destination so
ANNA AND SAMA: Meet me half way

ANNA: See, I thought relationships were about compromise, but I swear, it feels like being stubborn is the only way to survive. I used to wear my heart on my sleeve, but now I toss that shit around, hoping that you’ll find a glimpse of mutual feelings. So I’ll continue to feel too much and love too easily, while we fight too much and listen too slightly. Drowning myself in drinks of dreams, falsely cultivating self confidence, I slowly forget how it feels to feel.
SAMA: i was slowly sipping on my ginger tea, both my hands wrapped around the mug, my fingers all individually hugging the ceramic with my grasp, as i moved to perch my lips to blow the steam looming over my face my gaze moves towards the paper tag that hangs over the edge of the mouth of the mug, it reads:
ALL: "love has no fear and no vengeance"
SAMA: fuck you yogi tea, fuck you ginger tea bag, fuck you asshole piece of bitch paper you think you’re better me
i've eaten and still harbor the after taste of both fear and vengeance on occasion
ALL: lately more so fear
sometimes i think i have to save you from myself
ALL: more so fear
They say misery loves comedy but my misery’s coupled with comedy, crutches of cackles, jokes about me you, yo mama, and yo cousin to because I’m afraid of what I’ll do if this time it’s really over
I mean don’t this whole fucking poem make you wanna do it one more timeeeee
Beat*
ANNA: I guess what I’m trying to say is that, even though we drive each other crazy, and I want to shake the shit out of you sometimes, I’m in love with you. Not that love, love you, too, type shit. That, I love how you piss me off, fart real loud, and make fun of how I can only cook eggs, type shit. That shit where I can always trust that you’ll be the one to give in when we give each other the silent treatment. Where I know you won’t ever walk away. That type where we challenge each other. Where you’ll interrupt my real bad day stories with a
SAMA: “Excuse me, but you look extra beautiful.”
LESLIE: If I can’t hear your heartbeat, you’re too far away.
ALL: I got that
ANNA: we’ll argue until the sun rises, bicker like no one’s watching, and say things no one else would even dare to.
ALL: I got that
ANNA: you still make me laugh, you’re my best friend, glad we have a secret language, thanks for kissing my boo boo, type. In the end, I think that I will like that we were sitting, talking & wondering where the time had gone.

ALL: Yeah, I got it.
LESLIE: And now as we lay in bed in each other’s embrace, I chizzle your words within the walls of the chambers of my heart, and with each blow an explosion of not pain, but love overcome me. Staring down the infinite darkness into your eyes I see a light. A shimmer. A gleam of happiness. Like the feeling of a blanket of hugs covering you keeping you safe as you drift off into dreamland. And as I lean over I can’t help but whisper two words into your ear
ALL: in a language you don’t understand…
LESLIE: mahal kita. *BEAT*
LESLIE, ANNA, SAMA: I love you