"It is possible to move a relationship along too fast, and ultimately marry too hastily. You could find, a few years down the line, that the person isn't really right for you, and then what happens if you meet the right person, someone who really excites you and makes you feel alive, but you can't act upon it because you're trapped in a stale, albeit comfortable ... marriage."
David Hyde Pierce as Niles Crane, Adventures in Paradise
I've danced with Donny once, and I already need a drink. This says just a little bit too much about our relationship nowadays. He kisses me, I make up an excuse to leave. We dance, I go to get drunk off my ass so that maybe I can forget about him and focus on something that doesn't make me so bloody nervous. Unfortunately, the only thing my drink is making me thing of is Niles.
...When did I start calling him that?
Oh God, I can't breathe...
The one thing I've dreamt of for the past six years -- the slightest, tiniest whisper of a chance that Daphne might have feelings for me -- is finally a bit more than a wish that I've locked in my head and kept entirely to myself. I would be rhapsodizing; writing anything and everything about her beauty, kindness, how much I love her... Except for that thing that keeps my lungs from cooperating: She's considering me, yes. But she's on the brink of matrimony, and I'm already caught up in the fall.
Of course, I'd leave Mel in an instant if I ever thought... If Daphne ever...
I can't focus. Frasier's in the room somewhere, but I'd rather not pay attention to him right now. I think he's saying something, but I can't really understand it through the sound of my heart hammering against my rib cage.
He stands. I stand, and nearly fall over. He opens the door...
And there's Daphne. Innocent eyes, sprinkled with light confusion and artificial cheer. Pale cheeks, coloring somewhat as she notices me. Delicate lips, turning into a minute frown as she watches the man she came upstairs with... Donny... and Frasier leave.
Her slender hands are shaking as she enters the room, and we find ourselves completely alone.
Thank heavens my lungs started working again.