Love Doesn't Ask Why
Part 3
Time
frame : The next morning.
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don’t ask me if this feeling’s right or wrong
it doesn’t have to make much sense
*love doesn't ask why - celine dion*
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The next morning - Dawson’s room.
Dawson awakens to find that Joey is gone. But before he can even start to think
that it was all a dream he sees the envelope on his bedside table, with his name
in Joey’s handwriting.
I got a carnival of reasons that we where meant to be
you pulled me in so sweetly, gave yourself to me
or maybe I just gave me to you
now I’m laughing at the poetry, it all makes perfect sense
life imitating artistry, love in self defense
you really had me going, now I find you gone
falling into you, falling into you
falling into you, falling into you
tell me how could I let myself begin to fly by falling
falling into you
you touched me like a ghostly lover, left without a trace
now I’m here uncovered
My dearest Dawson,
How can I not be there with you when you waken up? The simple fact is that even
as much as I wanted to wake up with you, to kiss you ‘good morning’, part of
me was afraid of what this morning would bring. It still seems a little hard to
comprehend what we did last night and I want you to know that I don’t regret
it, not for one second. But part of me was scared that it would be awkward, part
of me wondered if maybe you regretted it. But the thing that scared me the most
was me. Because I wanted to tell you how much it meant to me, how much you mean
to me and most of all, I’m glad that it was with you. But what if in trying to
say all of this I said something wrong or it came out wrong. I didn’t want to
hurt you and so I thought that I would write it down.
I had envisioned what I wanted to happen, waking up in your arms, kissing you
‘good morning’. But after that there would have been too many complications.
What would we tell your parents? What would I tell Bessie? And more importantly,
what would we tell each other? Would we have acted as though nothing had
happened? The possibilities of what could have happened are endless.
But know this before you go, I came to your house with the intention of getting
a goodbye kiss. Because I felt that the memories I had where needing refreshed.
In the end you gave me something more, just as I gave myself to you, you gave
yourself to me. And to think that when we where together we talked about doing
it all the time and now we’ve done it and we aren’t even together. Dawson
you mean the world to me and I really wanted you to know that. And as for last
night? I will never, ever forget it . . . or you. When I said ‘I love you’
last night I meant it, I wasn’t just saying it because of what we where doing.
Only now I know what it feels like to fall asleep in your arms. Thank you.
Yours, always and forever,
Jo.
Scene: - 30 minutes later, Dawson’s hallway.
lost my state of grace
the waiting is the hardest or maybe it’s the best
DAWSON: "Mum I’m just going out for a little while. I won’t be
long."
GAIL: "Okay honey."
The next shot is of Dawson getting in his car, Dawson driving and then putting
something in someone’s mailbox.
With the end of the scene the music stops.
Scene: - Dawson’s dock.
Dawson is sitting looking at the water. Gretchen comes up and sits beside him.
GRETCHEN: "It must seem really daunting to you."
DAWSON: "What’s that?"
GRETCHEN: "Leaving. When I went to college it was in Boston, a trip that
takes about an hour. But you’re going to one on the other side of the
country."
DAWSON: "It all just seems really strange. This morning I was in my room,
in my house but tomorrow it’s just going to be some room in another state. It
might as well be halfway around the world."
GRETCHEN: "Believe me you’ll think differently in a few months."
DAWSON: "I hope so."
GRETCHEN: "Come on let’s go get your stuff in the car."
The music starts again.
falling into you, falling into you
Scene: - Goes between Dawson in his room checking he has everything and Joey in
her room reading her letter from Dawson.
falling into you, falling into you
tell me how could I let myself begin to fly by falling
falling into you
is it fate that leads us down these haggard roads
or do we make our own wrong turns
and in a hundred years will anyone recall the tears
falling for you, they’re falling for you too
My dearest Joey.
It feels as though I’m looking at this room for the last time, but in a sense
for the first time. I’m able to see things in a way I never saw them before.
How the light shines in the window a certain way, how empty the place feels
without you. As though it knows, you’re never going to be there. Will I ever
see you climb through that window again? Have you say ‘see ya Dawson’?
But then if I look closely enough I see you in everything. The TV, my computer,
the closet and as always, my bed. But how can I really call it MY bed?
Shouldn’t it be OUR bed? And in more ways than one. For all of the nights you
slept over, for all of the movies we watched and for all of the times that we
made out on it. And then last night, such a special night and what a gift. It
turns out we did both, we did something special and gave one another a gift.
Each other. I want you to know that I love you and that you are special to me. I
don’t regret what happened last night and I don’t know how I ever could. It
seems to me that it happened the way it should have. I also want to thank you
from the bottom of my heart for being my friend and most of all for loving me.
And for last night, wow and thank you.
I’ll love you always.
Dawson.
Scene: - Joey in her boat.
got a carnival of reason, it all makes perfect sense
you whispered every treason, stole my innocence
or maybe I gave it to you ... gave it falling into you
** falling into you - mary beth maziarz **
She rows to the middle of the creek and then she just sits there. The camera
then shifts to Joey’s line of vision. We see Dawson’s house and Dawson
getting in a car. We then see Joey again but she is crying uncontrollably. He is
gone. Again. The scene fades with the end of the song.