The Lake House Monologues

A lonely doctor who once occupied an unusual lakeside house begins to exchange love letters with its former resident, a frustrated architect. They must try to unravel the mystery behind their extraordinary romance before it's too late.

One man I can never meet. Him, I would like to give my whole heart to.

Life is not a book, Alex. And it can be over in a second. I was having lunch with my mother at Daley Plaza and a man was killed right in front of me. He died in my arms. And I thought, "It can't end just like that on Valentine's Day." And I thought about all the people who love him, waiting at home, who will never see him again. And then I thought, "What if there is no one? What if you live your whole life and no one is waiting?"

I have to learn to live the life that I have got. Please don't write anymore. Don't try to find me. Let me let you go.

I sometimes feel as if I'm invisible, as if no one can see me at all. I never felt that way when I lived at the Lake House.

Well, I'm afraid the world's pretty much the same. Of course, we all dress in shiny metal jumpsuits and drive flying cars and no one talks anymore because we can read each other's minds… but, the truth is, from the past, not much has really changed in 2006.

Even though this is clearly impossible, it's amazing.

My dog is eight years old, six in your time; skinny, has sad eyes, snores, and sleeps like a human.

Okay, my mystery correspondent, I get it - just in case you really are where and when you think you are, you'll need this

There was a freak late snow and everyone got sick. So, plenty of rest, lots of fluids. Doctor's orders.

It's kind of a long distance relationship.

Here's a little something for you. There was a freak blizzard in the spring of 2004. So, watch out for that April snow.

Dear new tenant, welcome to your new home. I'm sure you'll love living here as much as I did.

Since no one has lived in this house for years.

I miss the Lake House. And its trees.