Heartrending words...

"I believe you", I said.
"That's better", she said. "Now would you do me a favour?" From somewhere inside me came this devastating assault to make me cry. But i understood. I would not cry. I would merely indicate to Jennifer- by the affirmative nodding of my head- that i would be happy to do her any favour whatsoever.
"Would you please hold me very tight?" she asked. I put my hand on her forearm--Christ,so thin--and gave it a little squeeze.
"No, Oliver", she said, "really hold me. Next to me".
I was very, very careful--of the tubes and things--as i got onto the bed with her and put my arms around her.
"Thanks, Ollie."
Those were her last words.
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"Oliver", said my father urgently, "I want to help."
"Jenny's dead", I told him.
"I'm sorry", he said in a stunned whisper.
Not knowing why, I repeated what I had long ago learned from the beautiful girl now dead.
"Love means not ever having to say you're sorry".

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms.I cried.

Love Story, Erich Segal.