I don't want to argue or try to convince you--
I know it's over, I know that!
But-- I just, I can't stand the idea
of you walking around and hating me.
The only person I hate right now
is myself for asking too much of you.
Seeing you out there tonight,
out on the dance floor,
having fun with guys your own age,
not sneaking around and
holing up with me in my apartment to watch videos
and eat one of the three things I can actually cook?
Because I can't take you to the movies.
I can't take you out to a nice restaurant,
And for the record...
I could never hate you.
I figured you'd be here tonight.
The new haircut wasn't to impress Mrs. Welch.
I gotta go.