P.S. I Love You Page #8

- No, stay. Stay.

No, but... You have my jacket.

I know, I'm keeping it

unless we meet again.

I bet we do.

That's a bet you're gonna

have to win because...

...if we do meet again then that'll be

the end of it, you know.

The end of what?

Life as we know it.

- Look, I'm singing at this pub...

- No, no, no. Don't tell me.

If I happen to walk into the right one

in the right town...

...then we'll know for sure, won't we?

And if I don't...

...then that'll just be the most perfect

kiss ever created by two strangers...

...and we'll just keep it perfect

for the rest of our lives.

- What's your name?

- No, no! Wait, no, don't.

Don't, don't. No, no...

Life had changed as I knew it.

And now it's changed again, luv.

See, I don't worry about you

remembering me...

...it's that girl on the road

you keep forgetting.

"My business is to create.

It doesn't even matter what you do."

You told me that, remember.

P.S.

So go home. Go find it.

Find that thing

that makes you like nobody else.

I'll help.

Look for a sign.

It's Mom.

Sharon called, said you're home.

Where are you?

Call me.

You haven't returned my calls. Come

to my first baby doctor's appointment.

What is going on?

Nobody's heard from you...

...my maid of honor. Call me.

Call me.

If you need to find any job

to get by, be realistic, luv, all right?

I cannot believe

you are not calling me back!

You can't be a secret agent...

...and there's no such thing

as a vampire slayer.

I'm getting married. Where are you?

Pick up the phone!

His death is a part of your life now.

I am so mad at you!

Shh. There she is.

Great shoes.

Okay, this message is for Holly Kennedy.

Please tell her, her friend Denise...

...is getting married December 31 st

and she's not invited. Okay?

How about that? You're not invited.

Look at this. It needs to be tighter!

All right, I will do whatever you want...

...but I'm not so sure, I mean, I think...

No, listen, your bust looks absolutely

right, because let me tell you something...

...you don't want to look too busty.

Yeah, well, see, although, you know,

my breasts are beautiful and firm...

...they do often have a mind of their own

and they can go off in different directions...

...without adult supervision.

So could you please just take it in just

a quarter-inch? Just a quarter-inch.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Could you give us...

Excuse us for a minute, please?

- Sure.

- Thanks.

You look beautiful.

Well, I could've used some help.

This is the twelfth dress

I've tried on. So...

I'm sorry.

Well, you were supposed to be my maid of

honor, but of course I didn't hear from you.

Sharon feels too conspicuous since

she's popped. So, guess what?

I had to ask Tom's 51-year-old sister...

...who looks like Jerry Springer

and doesn't like me...

...all because my best friend couldn't

stand me being so happy.

Why? Why is that?

Because our lives were moving on and you

weren't the center of attention anymore?

- Yes.

- Really?

- It was awful and I'm really sorry.

- Oh, no, I'm so sorry, honey.

No, I'm so sorry.

You were right and I was wrong.

God, I'm such a b*tch! I'm sorry!

I was so crazy mad.

I hope you can forgive me.

Oh, you know what, it's not too late.

You can still be a bridesmaid with Sharon.

- Okay.

- Okay?

Can I ask you a favor?

- I want to make your wedding shoes.

- My shoes?

What'd you turn into, Geppetto?

Oh, my God! These are gorgeous!

I've been taking a class. It just happened

out of the blue. I really love it.

Oh, my God!

They're one-of-a-kind.

You'll be the only bride in history

to wear them.

Love that!

Oh, God, Holly!

This is like shoe art.

They're gorgeous! We have to

show these to someone.

I feel like Gerry's guiding me.

I mean, shoes! I love shoes but I never

thought about it.

You look so great.

Thanks.

- Course, I look great too, right? Ha-ha.

- Yes.

When all this started happening,

you're the first person I wanted to tell.

Isn't that funny?

That's hilarious. Any way we can stretch

this lunch out into a dinner?

I'm going to change the subject.

- How are you?

- I'm good. Things are good.

I've got some, some ideas for the future,

some possible business prospects.

I think about you all the time.

That's a little too much information,

I guess.

Yes.

But you did say you were

thinking about me.

Because you've been a real friend

through this all.

So, you haven't thought about me

in the nude?

No.

- Not once?

- No.

- Not even without my shirt?

- Gerry, stop it!

Daniel.

I'm Daniel.

Sorry.

You think you'll ever feel about

somebody the way you felt about Gerry...

...or do you have to wait for a letter

to figure that out?

Where you going?

I really like you...

...but I can't be the invisible man.

I'm tired of being the shoulder.

I want to be another body part you need,

you know? I wanna be...

...the bad guy.

I want a woman to go crazy over me...

...and then I wanna use her up

until she's ruined for all other men.

- You don't wanna do that.

- No, I don't wanna do that, but I would...

I'd like to date a woman

who actually likes men.

I'd like to be somebody's Gerry.

It's all right.

Honestly, it's not your fault, it's mine.

I didn't plan on feeling something

for you, it just sort of happened.

So I'm sorry about that.

Is your guest coming back?

- No.

- Just you on your own, then?

Take a break, will you?

- Mom!

- What's the matter?

Come on.

Come on.

What happened?

When... When Daddy left...

...I was 14 and I said:

"That's it, never again. No man..."

And then I meet Gerry.

This wonderful man happens to me

and then... And then...

And then he died!

- What was the point?

- I know, honey.

I'm so angry I could kill somebody!

I'm alone and...

...it doesn't matter what job I have,

or what I do or what I don't do...

...or what friends I have. He's not here.

I'm... I'm not here.

- I mean, you're alone no matter what.

- That's right.

You know, I didn't come here for you

to give me some bullshit honest answer.

Why can't you lie to me just once?

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

- I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

- Shh. Come on.

Let's go for a walk.

Your father and I used to come here.

They had dances.

Well, not really dances.

We'd come with radios and cigarettes...

...and drink beer and listen to Jimi Hendrix.

I bet you've had a hard time walking into

a room full of people on your own, right?

Yeah, I know that.

I know what it is not to feel like you're

in the room until he looks at you...

...or touches your hand, or even makes

a joke at your expense...

...just to let everyone know

you're with him.

You're his.

God, that man could make me laugh.

Daddy?

I don't ever remember you laughing.

Well, that makes me sad...

...because I did.

I did.

Did you hate Gerry because

he reminded you of Dad?

A little.

You know the worst thing for a parent,

second after losing a child?

Watching your child head for

the same life you had...

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