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 is 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 to 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.
You’ve been thinking about me?
Have you ever thought of me in the nude?
Not even with my shirt off?
Daniel, I’m Daniel, are you ever gonna feel the way you felt about Gerry with anyone else, or do you need one of your letters to figure that out?
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. I want to use up a woman so she’s ruined for all other men.
No, I don’t want to do that. I want to date a woman who actually likes men, I want to be somebody’s Gerry.
Honestly, I don’t blame you. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I didn’t plan on liking you, it just sort of happened that way, I’m sorry about that.
I don’t meant to throw this at you from left field, but what do women want? I mean, I can’t figure it out. They want us to ask; they, they don’t want us to ask; they want us to make a move, not make a move. They want us to be on bottom; they want us to be on top. Use hair products, don’t use hair products. What do you people want?
We’re so arrogant, aren’t we? So afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it. We don’t realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone. Someone who doesn’t drive you to commit murder or doesn’t humiliate you beyond repair.
Look, if you ever just wanna get out… just do anything, just… I’ll wait for your call. And just so you know, I’m not looking for “a thing” right now. I’m just flirting in good faith.
Hey, you’re Irish. Maybe it’s an Irish curse or something.
Well, there you go. That explains a lot, actually. I love the Yankees, too, and I lost my fiancée last year.
I think you’re a little bit perverted. I mean, you bring me to an Irish Famine Memorial… and we’re eating corned beef sandwiches. That’s pretty sick.
