These past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings. Feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you. About that kiss. Feelings like dreaming of you when I'm asleep. And in fact preferring sleep because that is where I might find you. A feeling that is like torture. But one which I cannot, will not, do not want to give up.
Literally one hot carriage hookup and five minutes later:
I have spent so long trying to feel less, trying to be the kind of man society expects me to be. And for a moment, I thought I had succeeded. But these past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings. Feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you. About that kiss. Feelings like dreaming of you when I'm asleep. And in fact preferring sleep because that is where I might find you. A feeling that is like torture. But one which I cannot, will not, do not want to give up.
Colin. Could I ask you something? Of course. Would.... would you kiss me? Penelope... It would not have to mean anything, and I would never expect anything from you because of it, but I am nearly on the shelf and I have never been kissed and I am not certain I ever will be. I could die tomorow— You are not going to die tomorrow. But I could and it would kill me— You would already be dead? I do not wish to die without ever having been kissed!
The fact that Cressida compares Polin to Eros and Psyche, aka the Heart and the Head - but the tea is that Eros in the myth was supposed to make Psyche fall in love with someone but he instead fell in love with her himself because of how beautiful she was…