Just one thing

I don’t know what I want.

I think you do.
And for the life of me, I can’t figure out why you’re just sitting here.
Talk to him, for crying out loud.

What? No.
What is that going to do? He already knows how I feel.

How does he know, Jackie?
Have you told him?
Have you said, “Alex, I think you’re making a horrible mistake”?
Have you told him that you love him?

But what if I tell him and he still doesn’t want me?

Well, then you sit here and watch the sunrise.
Your old man will bring you coffee and croissants.

It’s not that simple.

You’re the one making it difficult.

If it was meant to be, it wouldn’t be this hard.
It would’ve already happened.

Maybe you’re right.
I don’t know.
But what is it you’re always saying?
“It isn’t worth winning if you don’t have to fight for it?”

….

Look, I know I’m gonna see you in less than an hour…
But I know that it might be the last time, so…
I think that I—
I should tell you some things…
Just one thing, really.
The only thing that matters anymore…
To me, at least…
Alex, from the very first…
God, you are so…
Alex, I love you.
I love you.
There, that’s—you know, that’s what I wanted to say, okay?

(The Cutting Edge: Going for the Gold)