T.v addict, awkward person who still believes in magic. I look like a dear in headlights all the time because I am day dreaming all day.
Some people believe in God, I believe in Music. Some people pray, I turn up the radio.
Dex: Rachel, what am i supposed to do?
Rachel: Forget what you’re suppose to do, Dex. Do you wanna do. Live your own life the way you want to live it. You wanna teach? Teach. You don’t wanna be the man who lives in the big house you hate? Then don’t be him. Or do. Just decide.
Dex: What’s wrong?
Rachel: I shouldn’t have left.
Dex: That’s okay I, I understand.
Rachel: No six years ago that night, I shouldn’t have left. It wasn’t okay, what happened. None of it was okay.
Rachel: No no, let me say it. Cancel the wedding, tell her you can’t marry her. I love you! I’ve always loved you and I should’ve told you a long time ago but I’m telling you now before it’s too late, before it’s really too late. You’re not the only one who hasn’t been living his life. I haven’t either. I wanna live it now, and I wanna live it with you..
Dex: I can’t Rachel, I’m so sorry. I can’t.