NOTES: Takes place also at the end of a movie. Relationship not canon, flirting was. Guess guess! Come on!

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I've spent a lot of time thinking about what I would say to you, if I ever saw you again.

At first I thought that I would yell at you. For months I went over the scene over and over in my head. You would walk in like she did, and I would drag you outside and punch you in the face, get control of you and force you to give me back what's mine.

Months passed, and I slowly got used to living this new life. I came to realize that my old life had been stifling. I was trapped, unable to get out, and it was killing me. You were the one to free me from it, in the end. And you brought the same fate upon yourself, for which I do not pity you.

Gradually my anger slipped away. And I started wondering, what would I say to you after all? Should I confess the number of times that I found my face mere inches from yours and almost leaned over and kissed you? Should I tell you how much it meant to me, all the times that you came and sat with me and calmed me down?

I know that none of it means anything anymore. You were, after all, just playing me the whole time. I'm sure that few if any of your emotions were genuine. You were just trying to make me trust you, and it worked. I felt so close to you that I blinded myself to the truth.

It doesn't matter though, what I was going to say. You're not coming back.

At first I was so crushed by the loss of her that I didn't even consider the loss of you. She was this new addition to my life. She was fresh, and vibrant, and I missed having her around. I had come to take you for granted, and so the realization of what your absence really meant was more gradual.

It meant no more of your strange ironic smiles. It meant no more of your lame jokes, your teasing, or your facetious flirting. It meant that you would never come over to check on me, make sure I was alright, that I wasn't falling into my own madness.

You couldn't cure me from my madness like she could, but you eased it for me. And I missed that balm to my soul. I still miss it. I miss you.

What would you think of me, if you saw me now? Would you be amazed that I've moved on? Started a new life? Or did you have the confidence in me that it wouldn't surprise you? How much was real?

That's what bothers me. I've moved on now. I have a family that I care about, which I wouldn't give up for the world. But I can't stop wondering, what was real? How much did you mean, and how much was a scam?

What would I say to you, if I saw you again?

And what would you say to me?