Because I believe that, we can be extraordinary together. rather than ordinary apart.
“
| — | Meredith Grey (via greys-anatomy-love) |
Don’t wonder why people go crazy. Wonder why they don’t. In face of what we can lose in a day, in an instant, wonder what the hell it is that make us hold it together.
“
| — | Meredith Grey (via greys-anatomy-love) |
Meredith: Well, you made a good friend there. I guess that’s what happens when you take a bus for somebody. I know this is scary, but you do have a great team up there.
John Doe: *touches Meredith’s hand*
Meredith: You wanna try to write again? Can you hold the pen?
John Doe: *takes Meredith’s hand in his and writes with his finger*
Meredith: O… O… 7? Double-O-7…
John Doe: *squeezes Meredith’s hand*
Meredith: *gasps* Oh God! Oh God! *running down the hallway* It’s George! John Doe is George!
Derek: I wanna be with you forever, and you wanna be with me forever. In order to do that, we need to make vows. A commitment. A contract. Give me a piece of paper.
Meredith: I don’t! I… I… I don’t. I have post its!
Derek: *takes the post its and a pen* Okay. What do we wanna promise each other?
Meredith: That you’ll love me… even when you hate me.
Derek: To love each other, even when we hate each other. *writes it down* No running. Ever. Nobody walks out. No matter what happens.
Meredith: No running.
Derek: What else?
Meredith: That we’ll take care of each other, even when we’re old, and smelly, and senile. And… if I get Alzheimer’s and forget you…
Derek: I will remind you who I am, every day. To take care when old, senile, and smelly. *writes it down* This is forever. *signs it* Sign.
Meredith: This is our wedding? A post it?
Derek: Mhm. If you sign it.
Meredith: *signs it and hands it back* Now what?
Derek: Now I kiss the bride. *kisses her*
Meredith: *smiling* Married.
Derek: *smiling* Married. *sticks their post in Meredith’s locker* You see that? Plenty of time.
“Okay, here it is, your choice… it’s simple, her or me, and I’m sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.”
