I think you might be right.
Abigail: These words are not easy for me to say, but here it goes. I'm sorry.
Abigail: What you told me, I guess it took me by surprise.
Donovan. I, I guess.
Abigail: And I did this to try and make it up to you.
Donovan: That's nice.
Abigail: Donovan. I. I.
Donovan: If you can't say it, it's OK.
Abigail: I'm thinking it in my head, but the word can't come out of my mouth.
Donovan: Maybe you're putting too much pressure on yourself.
Abigail: No, I'm telling you I physically can't say it! I think it's the curse.
Donovan: You know what, I think I'm just gonna call it a night.
Abigail: No! I can prove to you that it's real.
Donovan: The Curse?
Abigail: No! How I feel about you! I, I literally spelt it out! [a gust of wind blows flower petals spelling out I love you off the couch] This isn't happening!
Donovan: I think you might be right.