Whoever's the first person that can tell me what the following lines are from, gets a rep and gets the official title of 'smrt'.
"The first time I saw you, I knew you were the one. I thought these things only happened in the movies, you know? The pounding hearts, the sweaty hands... and the shaky legs. I was coming out of the theatre and it started pouring heavy rain. So there I was, soaking wet, teeth chattering, freezing cold, and then you came up to me. You looked at me straight in the eyes and said "Need an umbrella, miss?" You sent me flowers for weeks and you said you'd love me forever, three months later we were getting married. God, it sounds so stupid. It's such a corny romance... But real life... never ends up being what you think it's gonna be. You think it's gonna be one big happy fairy tale. And then one day you wake up in your average little house, leading an average little life, and your real dreams are about paying the bills and maybe some day getting a bigger TV. Then you realize, maybe that wasn't the life you were dreaming of. You realize maybe things could have been different. And maybe I actually could have lived with all that but one day it all just stopped... It starts with something small; A little lipstick on your collar, a few nights when you come home a bit late... At first I tell myself that I'm crazy, that you'd never do such a thing. But just to ease my mind one night I follow you, as you leave the office, I follow you to the CT hotel, where you meet the girl... and then my whole world falls apart... I come home and I cry for hours in my kitchen. I get the gun from the drawer in the bedroom, and I tell myself, that if this is all life has to offer, then I can do without... but then I changed my mind. Afterall, I'm not the one who's cheating. So, quietly, I wait for you to come home, sitting in my average little kitchen. Obviously, when you get home, you don't suspect a thing, so I press the fucking gun against your forehead and I take a few seconds to watch the fear grow in your eyes... You tell yourself... "She won't do it, she doesn't have the guts, she's just trying to teach me a lesson." But you are so wrong honey, I sentence you to death for turning my life into a soap opera cliche. For stepping on my cleaves, for not giving a shit about me all those years, and for lying to me, and betraying me and humiliating me. I'm making an example of you, to all the assholes out there that think they can keep fucking us over and over. Good-bye my love."
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