I Wanna Hold Your Hand
"Cathy…I know you hate me, and you probably wanna kill me, but I would just like to say that I'm sorry. I know that's not enough, but I really am. And I know you don't want to hear excuses, so I won't give you any. There's nothing I regret more than hurting you like I did. I never want to do that again. You never want to see me again; I get it. But before I leave…I love you. And…if I can't be with you, I think there's always going to be a huge hole in my heart. But if you're happy, then I'll pull through."
"Is that it?"
"Did I tell you you're absolutely beautiful?"
"No."
"Well then…you're absolutely beautiful."
"Thank you. And you're right. I want to kill you. But if I did, I wouldn't get to hold hands with you."
"You like that? It's…it's not much…I mean…"
"You talk far too much, you know that? And you're wrong. Holding hands is my favorite thing to do. It's so simple and yet it means so much."