Best Confessions of Love | RomComs

I know you've probably suspected this, but over the last month I've fallen completely in love with you. Now, obviously this was going to happen because you're a goddess with that face and that hair. But even if you didn't have a nice face, and even if you had absolutely no hair because of some bizarre medical reason, I'd still adore you. And I just wondered whether by any chance you might share my feelings. With you I'm in real danger. It seems like a perfect situation, apart from that foul temper of yours. But my relatively inexperienced heart would I fear not recover if I was once again cast aside as I would absolutely expect to be. There are just too many pictures of you, too many films. You know, you'd go and I'd be well buggered. That really is real now, isn't it? I live in Notting Hill, you live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are. My mother has trouble remembering my name. The fame thing isn't really real, you know. And don't forget, I'm also just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her. You must know, surely you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to travel with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night and it has taught me to hope, as I had scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, and love, and love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on. Well then. Look, um, I'm sorry if I've been... What? I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences. I realized that when I met you at the turkey curry buffet that I was unforgivably rude and wearing a reindeer jumper that my mother had given me the day before. But the thing is, um, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you. Very much. Apart from the smoking, and the drinking, and the vulgar mother, and the verbal diarrhea. No, I like you very much. Just as you are. I have another scenario for you. Good. I am in love with you. I apologize for the blunt delivery. But, as problematical as this fact may be, I am in love with you. And I'm not feeling this because you're leaving. And not because it feels good to feel this way. Which, by the way, it does. Or did. Before you went off like that. I can't figure out the mathematics of this. I just know I love you. Can't believe how many times I'm saying it. And I never thought I'd feel this way again. So that's pretty phenomenal. And I realize I come with a package deal. Three for the price of one. And my package, perhaps, in the light of day, isn't all that wonderful. But I finally know what I want. And that in itself is a miracle. And what I want is you. I have a wife, yes. And I cannot marry the daughter of Sir Robert de Lesseps. I've needed no wife come from Stratford to tell you that. And yet you let me come to your bed. Carve love. I loved the writer and gave up the prize for a sonnet. I was the more deceived. Yes, you were deceived. For I did not know how much I loved you. I love you beyond poetry. You ran from me before. And I did not care about all the plays that would never come. Only that I would never see your face. And it will come. You cannot marry Wessex. If not you, why not Wessex? If not Wessex, the Queen will know the cause and there will be no more Will Shakespeare. Go to Wessex as a widow from these vows. As solemn as they are, unsanctified. I offer you my hand, my heart. Jane, I ask you to pass through life at my side. You are my equal and my likeness. Will you marry me? Are you mocking me? Do you doubt me? Entirely. Your bride is Miss Ingram. Miss Ingram. She is the machine without feelings. It's you, you rare unearthly thing. Poor and obscure as you are. Please accept me as your husband. I must have you for my own. You wish me to be your wife? I swear it. You love me. Then sigh, we'll marry you. Beautiful Aurelia. I came here to ask you to marry me. I know I'm crazy because I don't know you well. But sometimes things are very clear to me. I don't need proof. I live here. You live in England with me. But it's for England, girl. You may know Prince William, marry him. Of course I know you're not as crazy as I am. Of course I think you say no. But it's Christmas. I just wanted to know. For God's sake, say yes. What did you say? Yes, of course. You learn English? Just in cases.