Jamie: I'm sick. Landon: I'll take you home. You'll be be... Jamie: No. Landon! I'm sick. I have Leukemia. Landon: No. You're 18. You - you're perfect. Jamie: No. I found out two years ago and I've stopped responding to treatments. Landon: So why didn't you tell me? Jamie: The doctor said I should go on and live life normally as best I could. I - I didn't want anybody to be weird around me. Landon: Including me? Jamie: Especially you! Ya know, I was getting along with everything fine. I accepted it, and then you happened! I do not need a reason to be angry with God.
Landon: Neither do you. Maybe you're just too scared that someone might actually want to be with you. Jamie: And why would that scare me? Landon: Because then you wouldn't be able to hide behind your books, or your frickin' telescope, or your faith. No, no, you know the real reason why you're scared? It's cause you wanna be with me too.