Inspired by Death of a Salesman, a play by Arthur Miller:
I saw Death of a Salesman last night. I didn’t call you the next morning and I didn’t meet you for dinner tonight. I’ve been thinking.
I’ve heard people say, “he has to be able to make you laugh.” I used to think that was the secret. Willy could make her laugh.
They say we match, you and I. Made for each other. Soul mates, even. But now I’m scared, because Willy and Linda matched, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough.
I see you smile and the love in your eyes. You are well-liked.
Dare I say well-loved?
But that isn’t enough. That isn’t enough!
I need so much more from you. I need your soul, your strength. To fight for me, fight for your family! To fight.
How do I know if you have what it takes?