Blue Valentine Page #5

said anything.

Really? That's an option?

You run into Bobby Ontario

and it's an option not to tell me?

I feel like you're upset,

and I upset you and I'm sorry.

And I said the wrong thing.

Baby... you can do whatever you want.

OK.

I'm sorry.

F***.

- What are you doing?

- I gotta pee.

- Where, in this person's house?

- F*** you.

F*** me.

Hi.

- What are you doing?

- Research.

Really, research.

So what, I mean,

you're supposed to be a quadriplegic?

No, quads can't use their arms.

I'm a paraplegic.

Really?

Hi.

Why do you have to act like

such a freak all the time, huh? Huh?

Come over.

- Come on.

- I can't.

- I can't.

- You know you want it.

I gotta go get Gramma.

I just came to say hi.

- Call you later.

- Yeah. Whatever!

- Oh! I thought you were Dad.

- Just us.

- How was the beauty parlor?

- Oh, lovely, just lovely.

Good.

What did it feel like

when you fell in love?

Ooh...

Oh, dear.

I don't think I found it.

Even with Grandpa?

Maybe a little in the beginning.

Bless us, O Lord, for these, thy gifts

which we are about to receive...

He didn't really have

any regard for me as a person.

You've gotta be careful of that.

You've gotta be careful that

the person that you fall in love...

...is worth it to you.

I don't ever want

to be like my parents.

I know that they must have loved

each other at one time, right?

Did they just get it all out of the way

before they had me?

We're supposed to

eat this garbage?

Huh?!

I'm sorry.

- Do you want me to make you some eggs?

- No!

I want you to enjoy

your goddamned dinner!

How do you trust your feelings

when they can just disappear like that?

I think the only way you can

find out is... to have the feeling.

You're a good person, honey.

I think you have the right to say,

"Yes, I do trust. "

"I trust myself. "

What?

What, what?

- F***!

- Sh*t.

- F***!

- Sorry.

"Somehow, she didn't want to

confess to him that she was still wary

of all those people who'd

seemed to want to care about her.

He touched her cheek gently,

caressing her.

Her heart was beating so loudly

that surely he could hear it.

Arms up.

"He smoothed her hair back,

the touch of his fingers sending

waves of awareness through her.

He was going to kiss her.

That was what she wanted, wasn't it?

So why did she feel as if she trembled

on the edge of a precipice,

ready to topple over in an instant?

Then his lips found hers

and she stopped thinking at all,

only feeling,

feeling the tenderness of his kiss,

the strength of his arms around her...

...the steady beat of his heart under

her hand as she turned into his arms.

There is a precipice,

and she was falling.

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