All The World's A Stage - A Collection Of Monologues

MAGGIE-SUE: I remember that day on the porch.
No, was it nighttime? I think it was day.
In the summer. Or... was it winter?
Yes, yes it was! I wore my leather jacket, the one that you ripped with your scooter when we had that big blow out fight.
Or was it... the blue sweater you bought me for my birthday? I'm not sure.
You were wearing slacks, that I'm sure of. You came back from a night in the opera with your cousin. I teased you for being so sophisticated, but then you told me how you snuck beer in your gold plated flask and let out a huge burp in the forth act of Carmen.
I couldn't stop laughing and wished I could see that. You teased me back for being your stalker. I didn't disagree.... And then out of the blue - you kissed me.
You were drunk, so I let you do it, naturally. But I guess I felt a bit guilty too. Wait, did I? I'm not sure. It was a long time ago. Long before you and I both got married and had children. To other people. With other people. Other people came into our lives and swept us away from each other. And I don't know about you, but my life? My life was... pretty great. I mean, as great as life can be when you know there's an end to it. Greater, even. But I sometimes wonder... what if we took that kiss, that one day - or night- on the porch, and turned it into something? Who would I be now? Who would YOU be? Maybe my husband. Or my ex-husband. Or maybe you would have been a fling and nothing to write home about. Just a friend, maybe.  Nothing less, nothing more to remember....