Cold Mountain2003

Inman:
You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place.

Ada:
But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments.

Inman:
A thousand moments. They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that's real. You were always carrying a tray.

Ada:
You wouldn't come inside.

Inman:
I wouldn't come inside.

Ada:
I had to carry a tray to come out and see you.

Inman:
The way you felt when I pulled you to me. That kiss- which I kissed again everyday of my walking.

Ada:
Everyday of my waiting...