P.S. I Love You Page #7

Okay, here you go. Come on, sit back.

You know, he was...

He was my very, very best mate.

Starting back when we were terrors

running about at 5 and 6.

Oh, he made me laugh.

There was this time,

I don't remember how old we were...

...probably, you know, 10, 11.

We jumped on a train...

We received those packages you sent.

Come in. Come in.

Martin?

Look who it is.

Oh, well, look at that.

Come here, dear.

So nice to see you.

He was always one for writing.

Wasn't he?

Should've gone professional.

No. He did it for the love of it, Martin.

Now, where is it?

Oh, here it is.

"When Holly visits, take her

to my fort in the back yard...

...and give her this envelope."

He knew that I'd come visit you?

Hmm. Suppose he did. Heh. Martin.

All right.

It's not really a fort,

it's just a stone wall.

He used to call it that when he was little.

He goes on about other things...

...lovely things.

He hadn't much strength in the end

though, did he?

Makes me sick to think

we weren't there when he died...

...for the funeral.

But you could hardly walk

just after your operation.

Maybe you'll come and visit us a bit more

now that he's gone, eh?

Martin, don't put that on her.

You're under no obligation.

It's not like we're blood family.

I'd like to come visit.

And I'm sorry we didn't in the past. L...

I just thought you were angry with me

for taking Gerry away.

- She wanted you dead, you know.

- Martin, don't you dare!

No, I don't blame you.

You know, my mother, she never

quite got over the idea either.

Yeah, well, you were both so young.

And it happened too fast.

But Gerry loved you. I saw that.

I saw that.

To my Galway Girl:

You're an angel for seeing my folks.

I told you my mom didn't hate your guts.

Well, you know, anymore.

You are now standing in my fort

where I did all my big thinking.

This is where I stood thinking about you

after the very first time we met.

You didn't look real to me at first.

I never saw so many colors

on one girl before...

...but you looked like

you belonged out there, all right.

You and all your colors.

Do you remember

the first thing you ever said to me?

I'm lost.

Oh, you didn't look lost, not to me.

So, what are you looking for out here?

Wicklow Mountains National Park?

Wicklow Mountains National Park.

Tell me, how long you been walking for?

A few hours.

Well, you've probably been in

the national park for a few hours, then.

Oh, my God.

This is a park?

Uh-huh.

Oh.

It's so cold!

The paper said it was gonna be warm.

It is warm. I know you're lost, but

you do know you're in Ireland, don't you?

Well, I better head back. Heh.

- And where is that?

- I'm staying at a B and B in Dunlougahairy.

Dunlagohairy?

No, I think you mean Dn Laoghaire.

- Heh-heh. You're kidding?

- No. Would I lie to you?

- Dn Laoghaire?

- Dn Laoghaire.

Okay. Thanks.

You're grand.

But you're going the wrong way,

you know.

That way?

Okay.

I think you quite enjoy this getting lost,

don't you?

You know, actually,

I don't mind so much, not here.

So how did you come to be here?

Oh, on my way home, college trip.

We started in Greece.

Jesus, that's a long walk.

That's a bad joke.

What are you studying?

- Art. Yeah.

- Art?

- Oh, so you're an artist, then?

- Oh. I don't know yet.

That's great.

Do you make anything or?

I don't know yet.

Well, good luck with that.

Oh.

You...

Would you mind if we walked together

since we're going in the same direction?

I'll stay on this side of the road.

Don't even have to talk. Just...

Just quite nice, sometimes walking

along with someone without talking...

...once you get your feet wet.

At first, the no-talking thing didn't last.

Before long, I couldn't get you to shut up.

But you were so cute, trying to impress me

with William Blake and all your grand plans.

I had no idea

what you were talking about...

...but I couldn't help

loving the way you talked.

"I must create a..."

Something. "... or be enslaved

by another man's..." Something.

Wait, "I will not...

I will not reason or compare.

My business is to create..."

- Something. Oh, God.

- Did you just make that up then?

No, it's William Blake,

but I completely screwed it up.

No, you didn't, you made it better.

I understood it.

I didn't have a clue, actually.

All I know is, if you don't figure out the

"something," you'll just stay ordinary.

And it doesn't matter if it's a work

of art, or a taco, or a pair of socks.

Just create something new

and there it is.

And it's you, out in the world,

outside of you.

And you can look at it, or hear it,

or read it, or feel it...

...and you know

a little bit more about you.

A little bit more than anybody else does.

Does that make any sense at all?

Yeah.

You're saying you want to paint socks.

Maybe.

I loved you right then and there.

Hey, I like this jacket.

It looks good on you. Got it on a bet.

- What was the bet?

- Heh.

I was a few Guinness's

for the worse at this point...

...but a fella bet me

that I couldn't get a certain girl...

...to kiss me without a provocation.

- What girl?

- His girl.

- Oh! Ha-ha.

- Uh-huh. Ha-ha.

- How'd you do it?

- There's nothing to it, really.

A fella just has to tell a woman

the truth without words.

It's like a signal you send out.

The woman, she just picks it up.

And what's the truth?

That kissing her would be

the end of life as I know it.

Wow.

And that's true of every girl

you've gotten to kiss you?

I could turn it on and off when I was

younger and I had no principles.

When every girl that I was lucky enough

to kiss was the end of life as I knew it.

And now?

Now I only send it out when I think

she might be the one that makes it true.

I know where I am now.

Thanks, it was really nice to meet you.

- No, I could walk you into town.

- Oh, no, it's okay.

I know where I am.

I know where I'm going.

I'll never forget this.

Your jacket.

No, wait!

Wait, wait, don't move.

- What?

- Oh, yeah, it's a wild Irish dog.

- A what?

- Shh!

- You have to stand still.

- Okay.

Get close, like one person.

And if we separate, he'll feel...

...threatened and attack our vital parts.

- What vital parts? All my parts are vital.

- Shh, shh.

We have to stand still.

Now, just let him sniff around a bit.

Now wait.

I'm really scared.

Would you put

your arms around me?

All right.

- Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

- Yeah.

Do you think we could turn around and

face each other without freaking him out?

Ahh... Okay. Sure.

- But let's move very slowly, okay?

- Okay.

- Ow.

- Oh, sorry.

I haven't done this in a while.

I've been seeing this boy,

but we don't do much. I don't know why.

- Maybe it's me.

- No, he's a boy who...

...doesn't know anything about kissing.

That's a man's business.

Is it?

That was the most perfect...

...perfect first kiss.

That was the second.

This is the third.

Brody, come.

Hey, Gerry.

Yeah. How are you, Jeff?

- Hey, where you going?

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