Mark

Don't you dare walk away from me! And don't tell me you're sorry! And don't

tell me to forget it, and don't you dare tell me to "let it go." God knows, I'd like to. I

wish I could, but I can't! I can't forget that we had something, and you're running

away. You're running away! Don't you see, Mark? You're running from what I've

searched for all my life! Why, because you're scared? Well, I'm scared too, but you

and I - we have something worth fighting for. We could make it work, I'm not saying

it would be easy, but I care about you. And I know deep down, under this

(Spitting

out the word.)

bravado, you care about me. And that's what it's all about, Mark, don't

you get it? It's the human experience. You can pretend all you want, but you're only

lying to yourself. You're denying the simple and wonderful fact that you are

emotional, and vulnerable, and alive.

Can you honestly stand there and tell me that I mean nothing to you? That

everything that happened that night was a lie? That you feel nothing?

(AMY is crying

or close to it. The following is a painful statement that she makes not to attack or

threaten Mark but rather, to allow herself closure with the situation.)

I feel sorry for

you, Mark. I'll move on. I'll find someone else. I'll be all right, because I will know

that I tried. That I did everything I could. But someday you will look back, and you

will realize what you threw away. And you will regret it always.