truth_or_dare
His therapist told him this would be theraputic.
He's too used to being with his laptop. It feels weird holding a pen to paper even in regards to his friends. The words are even stranger.
Someone once said that true love is like Ghosts-something people talk about but few have ever actually seen.
I believe that's true. With everything that happens on a day-to-day basis it's difficult to actually address affairs of the heart with any assurances. The heart is a fickle instrument, an organ that we know little about-and it's connection to the head...well...
Ever notice that? How I can completely tap-dance around the truth or what I'm trying to say? I used to think it was a good thing. Now I'm not so sure. I want to tell you the truth about my feelings.
....I'll be honest. When you beat me? I was...stumped. I thought, "How'd this kid take me to the cleaners?" I expected arrogance, I expected pride, instead I got cordial handshakes and a firm and honest belief in the justice system. In one fell swoop, you reminded me why I became a lawyer.
Because I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten about truth and Justice, I'd forgotten about all the things I took the oath for in the first place. You didn't meet me with malice, this wasn't a game to you. This is people's lives we're being trusted with.
I'd forgotten.
At first, I just wanted to thank you but the little things, about you drew me in. You're like....like a firefly in this office and other places. You drew me in and I...
It's difficult for me to say this you know? I mean, there've been other people but none of them-I feel like I'm loosing half of myself to you. Like I'd be willing to give up a part of who I am if you wanted it. I'm scared Rachel. I'm scared of you. scared of what you're doing to me and scared of ....of loosing you.
You complete me. I never thought I'd say that to anyone. It's like you overlook my foibles and my mistakes and see who I am underneath. It's...strength I'd previously had to rely upon myself for. But not anymore. Now It feels like I have a partner. I love you Rachel Dawes. And I will love you until the day I die.
Who can give law to lovers? For the first time I'm throwing rationality and common sense out of the window. I...I need you.
to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.
He thought for a moment before crumpling the paper and throwing it into the wastebasket.
"Davis?"
His secretary (assistant thank you) looked up, "Sir?"
"....I really appreciate you and admire the work that you do. You're a good man."
Davis stares, absolutely stunned, "...Thank you sir." He watches Harvey go, shaking his head and shrugging before walking into his boss's office to empty the trash.
He's too used to being with his laptop. It feels weird holding a pen to paper even in regards to his friends. The words are even stranger.
Someone once said that true love is like Ghosts-something people talk about but few have ever actually seen.
I believe that's true. With everything that happens on a day-to-day basis it's difficult to actually address affairs of the heart with any assurances. The heart is a fickle instrument, an organ that we know little about-and it's connection to the head...well...
Ever notice that? How I can completely tap-dance around the truth or what I'm trying to say? I used to think it was a good thing. Now I'm not so sure. I want to tell you the truth about my feelings.
....I'll be honest. When you beat me? I was...stumped. I thought, "How'd this kid take me to the cleaners?" I expected arrogance, I expected pride, instead I got cordial handshakes and a firm and honest belief in the justice system. In one fell swoop, you reminded me why I became a lawyer.
Because I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten about truth and Justice, I'd forgotten about all the things I took the oath for in the first place. You didn't meet me with malice, this wasn't a game to you. This is people's lives we're being trusted with.
I'd forgotten.
At first, I just wanted to thank you but the little things, about you drew me in. You're like....like a firefly in this office and other places. You drew me in and I...
It's difficult for me to say this you know? I mean, there've been other people but none of them-I feel like I'm loosing half of myself to you. Like I'd be willing to give up a part of who I am if you wanted it. I'm scared Rachel. I'm scared of you. scared of what you're doing to me and scared of ....of loosing you.
You complete me. I never thought I'd say that to anyone. It's like you overlook my foibles and my mistakes and see who I am underneath. It's...strength I'd previously had to rely upon myself for. But not anymore. Now It feels like I have a partner. I love you Rachel Dawes. And I will love you until the day I die.
Who can give law to lovers? For the first time I'm throwing rationality and common sense out of the window. I...I need you.
to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.
He thought for a moment before crumpling the paper and throwing it into the wastebasket.
"Davis?"
His secretary (assistant thank you) looked up, "Sir?"
"....I really appreciate you and admire the work that you do. You're a good man."
Davis stares, absolutely stunned, "...Thank you sir." He watches Harvey go, shaking his head and shrugging before walking into his boss's office to empty the trash.