It was three in the morning when the phone started to ring. Wilson tried to ignore it but knew that the person on the other line would persist because only his misanthropic best friend would call him at this early hour.
"House, I was sleeping."
"Lucky you. Nightmares of giant killer mosquitos are keeping me awake."
"The big bad mosquito will leave you alone if you just ask Cuddy out."
"I went to her home and was right there ready to ring the bell but I couldn't...I need some advice here. I mean this is your thing, Wilson."
"House, you have known her for over twenty years if you don't realize what you want from a relationship with her by now then you'll never know. More importantly, if you still don't have a clue as to how to make that happen then you're really hopeless."
"Yeah, that's real great advice Wilson. Why don't you go tell some of the little Cancer kids that Santa isn't real while you're at it."
"Alright, here's my advice, at work today go talk to her alone in her office. Tell her that you can't stop thinking about her and you want to try going out."
"Couldn't you do it for me?"
"House, I know this is scary for you but it's time to be brave."
"...I saw her through her window. She was reading a book..."
"So?"
"She is so at ease with all of this. I can't sleep but she's going on in administrator mode like we never kissed."
"You're worried that you'll make a big declaration and she won't be interested. Believe me, she'll be interested."
"What makes you so sure?"
"She made so many rationalizations of why you two would never work it gave me the impression that she has thought about you in that way. Anyway, I've always thought she loved you."
"Do you think I love her?"
"Only you know the answer to that, but the fact that you are wondering shows that she's more than just a passing fancy...Look, you two are the most stubborn people on earth but you get each other. Find some happiness, House."
"Maybe you have something. Maybe I'll talk to her...Goodnight, Wilson."
"Goodnight, House."
"House, I was sleeping."
"Lucky you. Nightmares of giant killer mosquitos are keeping me awake."
"The big bad mosquito will leave you alone if you just ask Cuddy out."
"I went to her home and was right there ready to ring the bell but I couldn't...I need some advice here. I mean this is your thing, Wilson."
"House, you have known her for over twenty years if you don't realize what you want from a relationship with her by now then you'll never know. More importantly, if you still don't have a clue as to how to make that happen then you're really hopeless."
"Yeah, that's real great advice Wilson. Why don't you go tell some of the little Cancer kids that Santa isn't real while you're at it."
"Alright, here's my advice, at work today go talk to her alone in her office. Tell her that you can't stop thinking about her and you want to try going out."
"Couldn't you do it for me?"
"House, I know this is scary for you but it's time to be brave."
"...I saw her through her window. She was reading a book..."
"So?"
"She is so at ease with all of this. I can't sleep but she's going on in administrator mode like we never kissed."
"You're worried that you'll make a big declaration and she won't be interested. Believe me, she'll be interested."
"What makes you so sure?"
"She made so many rationalizations of why you two would never work it gave me the impression that she has thought about you in that way. Anyway, I've always thought she loved you."
"Do you think I love her?"
"Only you know the answer to that, but the fact that you are wondering shows that she's more than just a passing fancy...Look, you two are the most stubborn people on earth but you get each other. Find some happiness, House."
"Maybe you have something. Maybe I'll talk to her...Goodnight, Wilson."
"Goodnight, House."
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today by commercialisation from American movies and Television commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.