It’s like our time together is just ours.

It’s so weird. It’s like our time together is just ours.

It’s our own creation.

It must be like I’m in your dream, and you in mine.

And what’s so cool is that this whole evening,

all our time together, shouldn’t officially be happening.”

Amor es poner la vida a los pies del otro,

Mi felicidad, mi éxito era lo único que se oía. 

Amor es poner la vida a los pies del otro, 

y de eso son incapaces las personas de hoy en día...

Quiero recordar la última vez que fuimos felices

Meredith:

Si, casi muero hoy. Derek!, 

no puedo recordar nuestro último beso. 
Lo único en lo que pensaba era que iba a morir y
 no podía recordar la ultima vez que te besé. 
Es patético, pero quiero recordar la última vez que fuimos felices. 
No paro de intentar recordarlo y no puedo Derek, no soy capaz.

Shepherd:

Me alegro de que estés viva. 
Fue un jueves por la mañana. 
Llevabas esa camiseta de Darthmouth que te sienta tan bien, 
la que tiene un agujero. Te habías lavado el pelo y olía como a flores. 
Yo llegaba tarde a operar, dijiste que nos veríamos luego, 
te acercaste a mi, te apoyaste en mi pecho y... 
me besaste, un beso, rápido de los normales como 
si fuéramos a hacerlo a diario el resto de nuestra vida. 
Seguiste leyendo el periódico y yo me marché. 
Ese fue el último beso.

La verdad es dolorosa…

La verdad es dolorosa… 

En el fondo, nadie quiere escucharla, 

especialmente cuando afecta a lo más cercano. 

A veces decimos la verdad porque la verdad 

es todo lo que tenemos para dar… 

A veces, decimos la verdad porque necesitamos oírlo bien alto 

para oírnos a nosotros mismos… 

Y a veces, decimos la verdad porque no podemos más…

I have this planet of regret, sitting on my shoulders...

What happened was that, um,

I kind of got this arcane glimpse of the universe.

And the best thing that I can say about that is, uh… I don’t know.

I have this planet of regret, sitting on my shoulders.

And you have no idea how much I wish that

 I could go back to that morning after we made love,

and do everything different. But I know that I can’t. So.

 I thought that I would come here and tell you something.

 And what I wanted to tell you, is that I love you.

And uh I just wanted to make sure that that was clear,

so there wasn’t any confusion

I just wanted him to let go of me...

I didn’t hate him. I just wanted him to let go of me.

And now that he has, it hurts me more

than anything else in the whole world.

This is where we met... Right here.  

I just didn’t feel ready to like someone that much...

I felt like I had to get out of there because

I might really care about you.

And it scared me so much because 
that meant that you could hurt me.

Maybe I just didn’t feel ready to 
like someone that much. 

I associate you only with the good

You are part of my existence, part of myself.

You have been in every line I have ever read.

You have been in every prospect I have ever seen 

 on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes,

in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness,

in the wind, in the woods, in the sea in the streets.

You have been the embodiment of every graceful

fancy that my mind has ever become accquainted with.

The stones of which the strongest London buildings

are made are not more real, or more impossible to be

displaced by your hands, than your presence and

influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be.

To the last hour of my life,

you cannot choose but remain part of my character,

part of the little good in me, part of the evil.

But in this separation, I associate you only with the good,

and I will faithfully hold you to that always,

for you must have done me far more good than harm.

Let me feel now what sharp distress I may