Megan:
All this time I told myself we had something special. But tonight when he looked at me and walked up the stairs with her, I realized: "My God! I'm just the other woman." I'm his secret. He's been keeping me in a room I didn't even know I was in.
Monica:
But you walked into that room all by yourself.
Megan:
I did the one thing I swore I'd never do. It's just that... after a while, you spend enough nights alone, you go to too many other people's weddings and baby showers, you spend too many holidays at other people's houses and you want just a little piece of happiness for yourself. Just for a while, you know. Just so that I could say someday that somebody wanted me. That somebody thought I was special.
Monica:
Megan, wanting to love someone and wanting to be loved in return, these things are good and right. But wanting them from someone else's husband is wrong.
Megan:
He's not supposed to be married! He's supposed to be with me! God's made a mistake.
Monica:
No, when things get this ugly and painful, God has nothing to do with them.
Megan:
Well, then I wish He'd tell me what to do now.
Monica:
I think He's just about to. [It starts to snow] Megan, when you cry, God cries with you. But He can't wipe away your tears unless you let Him.
Megan:
The road I took yesterday. It wasn't an accident. [Monica shakes her head] And this place...?
Monica:
This house was created for you, for this night, this moment. Megan, I'm an angel and this is your unexpected snow.
Megan:
Well, I can't! I can't give him up and I won't! You go tell that to God. Why can't He just let me have this?
Monica:
Because there's better love for you.
Megan:
Where?
Monica:
I don't know where. And I don't know when. The only thing I do know is that the kind of love worth waiting for, you won't have to lie for or steal or keep it hidden in a box to visit on weekends.
Megan:
Well, it may not be a great love but it's my love.
Monica:
No, it isn't. It belongs to Susanna.
