Original Piece Monologue
|Original Piece by G.E.|
He's so wonderful. Perfect even. He plays on the baseball team, gets good grades, is polite, and just everything you could ever want. I can't believe he asked me out of all the girls at school to be his girlfriend. I mean why wouldn't he? Sure I'm not the prettiest girl, and I'm probably not the smartest, but I'm pretty decent looking and not brain dead. I still can't believe it though. I'm pretty lucky to have a boy like that in love with me, and of course I love him.
It's going to be so nice knowing that someone loves me, and will hold me when i'm upset, and make all of my problems go away. I feel I could marry him tomorrow. That's how much I love him. I would trust him with my life. (short pause, sits up alert) Or could I? How much do I really know about him? I've never met his parents and I guess I don't know what he does out of school, after practice, or when he's not with me. What if he's a two-timer? Telling me he loves me and kissing me while, at the same time, making plans to go out with some other girl after he's dropped me off. I don't know his motives. Does he really love me? Or is he saying it to get into my pants?
What if all his perfection is just an act? I don't know how I would be able to tell, I haven't seen him as anything else. I haven't met his parents or his siblings, and I guess to be honest I don't know where he lives. Does he like animals? Is he a perfect son? Does he have any interests out of school, baseball, parties, and girls? I couldn't tell you. (sits back a little more relaxed) What am I getting so excited about? I don't know if any of that awful stuff is true. Why would he lie to me? He's so nice and wonderful I can't imagine him being a liar. He's never done anything to make me distrust him or to hurt me. True, I've only known him for a month, but isn't that enough time to know someone and trust them completely? Yes, yes of course it is!
I'm so silly at times. (becomes a little perplexed) Then again, maybe it's really not. What am I talking about? I'm confusing myself now. Why must I ruin something so good by thinking about it. I guess I'll sleep on it and worry about it later. But...I guess the truth is, if you asked me who I'm in love with. I wouldn't be able to tell you.