Crazy in Love

I love him. Don't you get that? Anything else is irrelevant. That's what it was all about. That I love him. More than anything. More than life. Don't you see? He is my everything. But she.. She came in just to ruin it. From the moment I saw her I knew she was bad news. A bad move on his part, maybe, but it wasn't his fault. It was all her. She knew what she was doing. We were so.. So perfect. Perfect for each other, and no one else. And that... That GIRL couldn't stand it. You have to believe me, it was an accident. Whatever she said went on, she's a liar. I would never do that to him. Never. And if it hadn't been for her I would've paid for it by now. I wouldn't be here. I'd be with him. But, once more, she did everything she could to keep me from him. EVERYTHING. She couldn't just.... Couldn't just let us be. Just let us be. Just let us be. Just let us be... She had to RUN IN. Smash her way into our lives. Run down what we built up. All she was was a home wrecker. A dirty, dirty home wrecker. With her better than me hair, more expensive than my clothes, mightier than thou attitude. All smiles and all lies. If lying could age you she'd be dead by now. She never loved him. Not like I do. No one could ever love him like I do. We were PERFECT. She thought she was. Perfect for my spot in the house, my chair in the kitchen, my place in his heart. And she did everything. Everything. To take him. But he never loved her. He loved her face, but not her. Not the way he loves me. He wasn't going to leave for her. But those pretty eyes batting their fake fake lashes.. We all have moments of weakness. I forgive him for it. And hope he forgives me for letting that.. That disease go on for so long. And for curing it the wrong way. I promise you, it was an accident. Why would I do that to him on purpose? It was an accident. You have to believe me. Why do this to me for an accident?

[A voice echoes across the room, acoustics magnifying it tenfold] So you admit you killed him?

[Tears fill her eyes and the girl with the velcro straps holding her wrists to the chair shakes her head voraciously, struggling for nowhere near the first time to break free. The strain in her muscles from the efforts was beginning to show] No. No, I didn't do it. It was her! It was her! If she had never walked in we'd be HAPPY. We were happy before. So happy. She ruined it. That... That was never meant to happen to him. If she hadn't moved he'd be FINE. He wasn't even home.. I made sure of it. So when he walked in the door.... Why did he walk in? Why did he have to walk in then? She ruined it. By not dying. By moving when she heard the shot. She RUINED it. Our life together. Just by living. Breathing. Lying. Moving.

[An obscure gesture from the judge and two bailiffs approach her, unstrapping her hands and lifting her up. She struggles, fighting to escape as they walk her out. Near the door she stops and looks back at the judge. Hesitant, her handlers stop while she meets the eyes of every juror]

I'm in love with him. Would you let that walk out the door?

[Now listless she lets herself be lead out of the room, doors slowly swinging to an eventual close behind her]

If you smoke I smoke, too. That's how much I'm in love with you. Crazy is what crazy do. Crazy in love, I'm a crazy fool.