Chloe Sullivan: [Clark is ill, taking a nap] Hi, Clark.
[rubs his arm]
Chloe Sullivan: Well, this is gonna make quite a story. "Clark Kent ends record breaking perfect attendance streak." Sorry. I'm doing it again. I just... I've never seen you sick before, and it just got me thinking, you know, what if something did happen to you? And I never got to...? So in yet another classic maneuver to avoid emotional intimacy, I wrote my feelings down so that I could read them to you therby avoiding embarrassing eye contact.
[reading letter]
Chloe Sullivan: I want to let you in on a secret. I'm not who you think I am. In fact, my disguise is so thin, I'm surprised you haven't seen right through me. I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best friend. Sometimes I want to rip off this facade like I did at the spring formal, but I can't because you'll get scared and you'll run away again. So I decided it's better to live with a lie than expose my true feelings.
[looks up from letter and rubs his hair]
Chloe Sullivan: This is so much easier when you're unconscious.
[continues reading]
Chloe Sullivan: My dad told me there are two types of girls: the ones you grow out of, and the ones you grow into.
[chokes up]
Chloe Sullivan: I really hope I'm the latter. I may not be the one you love today, but I'll let you go for now, hoping that one day you'll fly back to me because I think you're worth the wait.
[sniffles, Clark begins to wake]
Chloe Sullivan: Clark?
Clark Kent: [eyes close, still asleep] Lana?
[Chloe starts to cry and walks out]
