nter?
Come on. We're all here for you.
(CLEARS THROAT)
You don't know it, but sometimes...
You don't know it, but sometimes, I...
I'm sorry. I can't.
It's okay, everybody. It's okay.
Huh? Cory's here. Just a touch of stage fright.
You know, his poems are even better than mine, huh?
All right, I'll just, uh, read the one that he was gonna read.
This one's called "Top of the World."
"You don't know it, but sometimes I go to a hill
"That overlooks the landscape's mask of city lights
"For a sip of momentary grace
"On this brink of everything I know
"I can gain an eyeful of the lost Atlantis in the human soul
"And a breath that fills my lungs with the air between two stars
"If you were now to capture the image of this elation
"In the framework of your mind
"Or find transcendence through these words
"Then, at most, you would know nothing
"Of the beauty your existence throws to me
"For mine is a love no experience
"No measure, no words
"Could ever degrade into reality by virtue of degree"
I don't understand.
(WHISPERS) Come with me.
Shawn.
Okay...
How do I put this?
Who do you think you are?
Oh, that's a silly question, Shawn, I'm your best...
No, no, no, no, no. No jokes. No backpedaling.
Look into my eyes, Cory. I am dead serious.
We have a problem here. All right. Shawn, I'm sorry.
No, no, no. That's not what I want to hear. Not this time.
I want to hear that you were wrong,
that I asked you to back off, and you wouldn't take "no" for an answer,
that you totally disregarded my feelings.
You went way too far this time, Cory. All right, all right.
I did that. Okay, but I...
Oh, oh, there better... There better not be a "But."
I did this for your own good.
(SCOFFS)
You have no idea what my poetry is about, do you?
That poem that Feeny read in class,
do you even know what that was about?
Nothing.
Cory,
I can't say certain things,
so I write them down.
That's how I get them out.
Now, I do that for me, not for anyone else.
I heard the poem, Shawn.
You heard it, but you didn't listen to it.
That poem you just read... Do you even know who that was about?
Me.
It's about Angela.
I wrote that for her.
Well...
Angela, wait.
Thank you.
I don't know what to say.
Well, that's a first.
Listen, I'm sorry I read Shawn's poem.
And... No.
I'm not sorry I read Shawn's poem. I mean... (STAMMERS)
Don't you see that he would love to tell you how he feels?
Then he should tell me.
Angela, he's writing poems for you.
I mean, he obviously is still in love with you,
and I know you still love him.
Remember? You told me. We were in the bathroom, and you were in a towel...
...and we hugged. I remember.
Maybe I do still have feelings for Shawn.
Okay, but that doesn't mean we should be together.
I'm finally okay. I've started to move on.
(SCOFFS) Then what was the slap about?
How can he still have feelings for me and not want to be with me?
I don't know.
You know, he broke up with me.
He's the one that wanted to meet new people.
If he can't tell me how he feels about me, then what are we?