Peyton: Jake, you okay?
Jake: You know you talk in your sleep.
Peyton: Uh…yeah. I’m sorry.
Jake: I’ve been sitting awake wrestling with the feeling that you need to go back to Tree Hill. You shouldn’t stay here. And you can’t.
Peyton: Why? What happened?
Jake: You talk in your sleep, Peyton.
Peyton: Okay, so, so, what? I don’t understand. So, I mumble a few words in my sleep. I mean, what’d I say. Was it really that bad? Did I say I wanted to kill you or something?
Jake: No. You said I love you.
Peyton: Okay, well normally, that’s a good thing.
Jake: You said I love you, Lucas.
Dear Molly, this is gonna sound a little strange, but I’d like you to paint over my old closet door. The thing is, there is never a time when you’ll be more honest, when your convictions will be stronger, or when your motives will be more pure than they are right now. which means you should chase whatever it is that excites you. Be confident and take risks. and paint over my words so you can start writing your own. My story may have inspired you, but I’m certain your story will inspire the next girl to live in our room. I want you to know you don’t need somebody to write about you in order for your life to mean something. You can write about yourself. Make your own destiny.
Then, years from now, the next girl will keep what you write on that door long enough to remind you of how inspired your life is. And you can tell that girl to paint over the door, because you realize the words you wrote, the friends you had, the urgency you felt will always be there underneath the paint. The love you professed will always be there, the spark of something undeniable, a seed of hope, the truth, for better or for worse, burning fiercely, just below the surface.
Love, Peyton
Suddenly, it was as if the roar of the crowd, the echo of the final buzzer, the cheers of my teammates were all sounding from a thousand miles away, and what remained in that bizarre muffled silence was only Peyton, the girl whose art and passion and beauty had changed my life. In that moment, my triumph was not a state championship, but simple clarity, the realization that we had always been meant for each other, and every instinct to the contrary had simply been a denial of the following truth. I was now and would always be in love with Peyton Sawyer.
PEYTON : Hi, mom. So, is there any way that there’s, like, a cosmic loophole that could allow you to talk to me? ‘Cause I could really use one of those mother/daughter talks all the other girls are raving about. Lucas has asked another girl to marry him. I know, right, who does he think he is asking some beautiful, brilliant, successful editor over the unemployed girl who said someday?
What do I do now, mom? Where do I go from here?….. Thanks, mom.
