I realized this morning that it was the Feast of the Assumption and I was feeling bad. How many holy days have come and gone since you last called? I thought you and I were friends?
I don't want to run anymore.
What's his name? [beat] Does he know who you are?
Edward, please. I know you don't want to spend the rest of your life chasing me. Please, I love this guy. Just let me go.
I'll tell you what. If you can really stay put? Really settle down? Then I'll stop chasing you. But you and I both know that's not gonna happen.









