If I Said I Was Madly In

I Bare My Soul And You Are Suspicious! No, Scarlett, This Is A Bona Fide Honorable Declaration. I Admit That It's Not In The Best Of Taste, Coming At This Time, But I Have A Very Good Excuse For My Lack Of Breeding. I'm Going Away Tomorrow For A Long Time And I Fear That If I Wait Till I Return You'll Have Married Some One Else With A Little Money. So I Thought, Why Not Me And My Money? Really, Scarlett, I Can't Go All My Life Waiting To Catch You Between Husbands.

I'm Not Asking You To Forgive Me. I'll Never Understand Or Forgive Myself. And If A Bullet Gets Me, So Help Me, I'll Laugh At Myself For Being An Idiot. There's One Thing I Do Know... And That Is That I Love You, Scarlett. In Spite Of You And Me And The Whole Silly World Going To Pieces Around Us, I Love You. Because We're Alike. Bad Lots, Both Of Us. Selfish And Shrewd. But Able To Look Things In The Eyes As We Call Them By Their Right Names.

If He's Forgotten Me, I'll Make Him Remember Me. I'll Make Him Want Me Again.

I'm Tired Of Saying, "how Wonderful You Are!" To Fool Men Who Haven't Got One-half The Sense I've Got, And I'm Tired Of Pretending I Don't Know Anything, So Men Can Tell Me Things And Feel Important While They're Doing It.

I Do Not Write With Ease, Nor Am I Ever Pleased With Anything I Write. And So I Rewrite.