Dawson's Creek 10...

Joey: But, Pacey...if we're such good friends, why is there any awkwardness in the first place?
Pacey: Because not too long ago, we were more than just good friends, now, weren't we?
Joey: Yeah, but we're not anymore.
Pacey: But that doesn't matter. The damage is already done.

And, you know, maybe I'm just asking for it right now, but I would rather that you say whatever it is you're thinking, than continue to look at me the way you are right now.

My life began when I met you, and you never gave up on me, so I'm not going to give up on you. So please, for the love of God, come out here and choose me... please

when i was afraid of everything, i was never afraid to love you

I'll be sleeping eighty feet away from you, and it'll feel like a thousand miles. I'll regret my decision constantly, I'll kick myself to no end.

You walk in that house and it's not just goodnight... it's good-bye

You know, I’ve been thinking about what you guys were saying earlier, about boys being twits. And I think you’re right... but there’s more to it than that. ‘Cause, you know... sometimes all they have to do is just look at you, with that certain look, that look that says that you are exactly where they want to be... and you feel it too, for them... and you just melt. Like a big blob of ice cream. Even when you don’t want to

That's the point. You don't need help. There's nothing to figure out here. There's only what you feel

Have you ever had a day that you wish you could permanently eradicate from your memory? You know, one of those unbelievably bad experiences you keep hoping is a bad dream that you're going to wake up from any blissful second?

It always comes back to this same girl, the story of my life, Joey Potter. You grow up, and it gets harder to believe in things like soul mates and destiny and magic, things that came so easily when I was younger. I guess it's really hard to hold on to your blind faith after your father gets hit by a truck. Sorry, the point is... as hard as it is, I haven't given up, and maybe thats what I wanted to ask you, if it's okay, after everything that's happened, if its still okay for me to believe something perfect is possible, I really want to believe it, I want to be with her, I love her, dad, okay? We'll talk about this again later, don't go anywhere.

loving someone’s gonna hurt, and the sooner you let yourself feel that, the sooner you'll be able to love again

You have to decide how you want to live your life. What you can tolerate. What you're willing to lose

It seems stupid now, but at the time, I wanted to tell you that I loved you.

as you know, I’m not good at goodbyes but i guess that's what this is, a real one this time, because as much as i thought i wanted us to be together, i guess what i want more is to be one of those people who lives every moment of his life without indecision and without regrets, someone who dares to disturb the universe without a thought to the consequences, and you’re not one of those people, at least not yet, maybe you'll prove me wrong about that one day, i hope you do, but who knows? maybe people can't change, maybe we’re doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over again no matter how hard we try. i always hope for a happy ending, how crazy is that? take care of yourself.

Did it ever occur to you that you're so caught up in trying to make the right choice that you've never stopped to consider the possibility that there may not be a right choice, or a wrong choice, just a bunch of choices?

I guess when it comes down to it; I can't walk through that door