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[SNIFFLES]
Hi.
I don't really know what I'm doing here. I...
That's not true.
Um, ahem.
Look...
I came here tonight because...
I wanted to tell you that you messed up.
You really messed up.
And not because you-- You broke the law or you got caught
or you left me without a father.
You messed up because you don't know me.
I'm your daughter, and you don't know me at all.
So...
I guess I just came to say that...
I'm all right.
I turned out pretty good.
And I'm going to be okay.
No help from you.
And, um...
I just have one question.
Do you love me?
[CRYING]
More than you'll ever know.
And I'm sor.
I'm so so.
Do you think about me?
Sweethear.
All day long.
Every day. Every hour. Every minute.
Do you really love me, though?
Because I'm 15 years old,
and I go through every day of my life
thinking that nobody loves me.
Well, nothing could be further from the truth.
And I'm nt the only .
Dawson Leery, he loves you, Joey.
He's never told you?
Ever.
Well, he does. I know it.
How?
Because he looks at you
the same way your mother used to look at me.
And you love him.
Have you told h?
You have to tell him, Joey.
Don't make my mista.
Don't wait till someone you love
is eaten with cancer and wasting away
while you hold back the one thing they're waiting to hear.
I love you, Dad.
I love you.
I've got to go.