P.S. I Love You Page #9

...and you can't stop it.

It's a terrible, helpless feeling.

Makes you angry all the time...

...and I've been angry...

...a very long time.

I'm exhausted.

Do you think we'll ever see Dad again?

No, sweetheart.

Never.

So you have to stop waiting.

You?

I have to say I was impressed by how

he worked everything out ahead of time...

...every delivery schedule,

the mailbox key...

Getting that leather jacket out

of your apartment wasn't easy...

...with you acting like Miss Havisham.

He made me promise.

I couldn't say no.

I told him I didn't think

it was good for you, but...

...I couldn't say no.

It's the last one...

...so all alone or not...

...you gotta walk ahead.

Thing to remember is...

...if we're all alone,

then we're all together in that too.

It helps me sometimes.

Hi, it's Daniel.

Remember what I said in the restaurant?

Well, please forget it word by word.

They're gonna build

a new Yankee stadium.

I don't know why I said that.

I'm making small talk. I hate small talk.

I hate the people who make small talk.

I should... I should stop. I'm stopping.

Sh*t!

Gerry?

My uncle can get us in anytime we want.

He turned the lights on for us.

It's amazing...

You sure?

It's okay.

"Dear Holly, I don't have much time.

I don't mean literally, I mean, you're out

buying ice cream and you'll be home soon...

...but I have a feeling

this is the last letter.

Because there's only one thing

left to tell you.

It isn't to go down memory lane

or make you buy a lamp.

You can take care of yourself

without any help from me.

It's to tell you how much you move me.

How you changed me.

You made me a man

by loving me, Holly...

...and for that I am eternally grateful.

Literally.

If you can promise me anything,

promise me that whenever you're sad...

:::or unsure:::

...or you lose complete faith...

...that you'll try and see yourself

through my eyes.

Thank you for the honor

of being my wife.

I'm a man with no regrets.

How lucky am I?

You made my life, Holly,

but I'm just one chapter in yours.

There'll be more.

I promise.

So here it comes, the big one.

Don't be afraid to fall in love again.

Watch out for that signal

when life as you know it ends.

P.S., I will always love you."

Have you thought about this?

About me, I mean?

Have you?

Yeah.

- This isn't gonna work, is it?

- No way, no how!

- Damn!

- Oh!

Oh, wow.

I mean, that was like kissing my sister.

- I'm so relieved!

- Ha-ha-ha.

I got this letter and I thought he must

have been feeling self-sacrificing...

...but he's really full of crap.

If he meant it, he'd give me a sign.

- I hate signs.

- Then I got your message on the machine.

Weird, bitter friends?

Forever.

What's wrong, friend?

It's Gerry.

It's been a year...

...and I don't feel him

around me anymore.

I don't think he's here anymore.

I think Gerry's gone.

He's really gone.

Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me...

...to fall in love again...

...and maybe one day I will,

but there are all kinds of love out there.

This is my one and only life...

...and it's a great and terrible

and short and endless thing...

...and none of us come out of it alive.

I don't have a plan except

that it's time my mom laughed again.

She's never seen the world.

She's never seen Ireland, so I'm

taking her back to where we started.

Maybe now she'll understand.

Mom?

William?

Hello, you.

You back for another visit?

How long?

I don't know.

Oh, um... This is my mom, Patricia.

Hello. This is me father, Patsy.

You've dropped your sweets, luv.

Mustn't do that around these parts.

Pretty woman like you,

a fella could take it the wrong way.

So I'll see you around, then?

Yeah.

I don't know how you did it,

but you brought me back from the dead.

I'll write to you again soon.

P. S...

Guess what.

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