Everyday of my waiting

Inman:

You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place. Ada:
But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments. Inman:
A thousand moments. They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that's real. You were always carrying a tray. Ada:
You wouldn't come inside. Inman:
I wouldn't come inside. Ada:
I had to carry a tray to come out and see you. Inman:
The way you felt when I pulled you to me. That kiss- which I kissed again Everyday of my walking. Ada:
Everyday of my waiting