Him: You look great.
Her: So do you.
Him: I like your haircut.
Her: Really? Thanks, I mean, I've always had my hair long and I wasn't sure if it would look good short.
Him: Well, it does.
Her: So…where's Cass?
Him: Oh, she's back home. She didn't want to come because she doesn't really know anybody here.
Her: She came last time.
Him: Yeah, but she was pretty uncomfortable the whole time.
Her: I could tell. She didn't leave your side for, like, a second.
Him: Yeah, sorry about that, it didn't really give us time to talk.
Her: No, it didn't, did it?
So, how are you?
Her: I'm good, you know, I'm actually still unpacking boxes in my apartment.
Him: Haha, really? I thought you've been back for, like, six months?
Her: Yeah, but I've been so busy with work and everything. It's weird coming back after being gone for so long.
Him: Yeah, I know.
How are you doing, moving back home?
Her: Great, actually, I never realized how much I missed it.
Her: Yeah! I mean, I got home two days before the winter reunion, and when I came I realized how much I always loved them.
Him: I always love these reunions. I mean, it seems so weird that we have reunions with people we see all the time anyway, but its great having them all here at the same time, you know?
Him: So…how was your trip?
Her: Oh, it was fantastic, totally changed my life.
Her: Yeah. I mean, it's one thing to go to one country for a while, but after visiting so many different places it really opened up my eyes to the world.
Him: That sounds so great.
Her: It really was.
Him: You know, I feel like you're so much more…superior than me, being all the places you've been and I've just been…here.
Her: Oh, don't say that, I know you'd do what I did if you could.
Him: We were going to, remember?
Him: Remember, in high school? Ever since freshman year we would talk about how we were going to travel the world together sometime after graduation or college.
Her: Oh, gosh, how could I forget that?!
Him: We were going to spend a whole day riding those red buses in London-
Her: And then sleep on a park bench eat horrible chain food that we could get here.
Him: But it would be so much more fun eating it there-
Her: Because it would be anywhere but here.
But then you went without me.
Her: Yes, that…I'm sorry.
Him: It's okay, I just wished you would have told me that you were leaving.
Him: Or why.
Her: It was just too complicated…I…I had to get away and fast.
Him: You could have called.
Her: I know…
Him: Or texted, emailed, hell, a letter would have been great too.
Her: I did.
Him: No you didn't. Not once in those two years did I get anything from you.
Her: I wanted to…
Her: Yeah. I have about thirty-five saved emails, a stack of postcards, all addressed to you.
Him: Why didn't you send them?
Her: I wanted too, shit, I wanted to so bad.
Him: I wish you would have.
Her: I hated not having any contact with you whatsoever, and I felt horrible that I never told you why I left.
Him: I thought I was the reason.
Him: I thought you left because of me.
Him: Because of that fight we had.
Her: Oh, God no, that stupid little fight?!
Him: I know, I know, it's stupid, but I had to have some reason why you would've left without telling me.
Her: Really, I am so sorry.
Her: Why what?
Him: Why wouldn't you tell me?
Her: I didn't know how you would react.
Him: What do you mean?
Her: I mean it's like…shit, it had been going on so long that I didn't know if you'd look at me any different after keeping it a secret for so long.
Him: Why would I look at you any different for something like that?
Her: I was just ashamed and so fed up and I was falling apart.
Him: Wait…ashamed? It's not your fault.
Her: I know…
Him: I would never blame you for what he did.
Her: I know, I know, and I knew it wasn't my fault, it's just that…he's my dad, you know, and I…I just feel like everything he did to me was so fucked up that I was fucked up too.
Him: You should have told me, someone, anyone, we could have helped.
Her: I know.
Him: You shouldn't have had to go through that.
Her: I know.
Him: Do you know how guilty I felt that I didn't know?
Her: Why would you feel guilty?
Him: I was your best friend, your boyfriend near the end. I should have known.
Her: Nobody knew, not even my mom.
Him: She divorced him, you know.
Her: Yes, I do.
Him: And she finally got up the courage to send him to jail.
Her: We were always so afraid of him.
Him: You shouldn't have had to be.
Her: I know, and I'm sorry I never told you.
Him: After my mom told me, I almost wished I was the reason you left and not what really happened.
Her: Irony's a bitch.
Her: It's just…
Him: It's just what?
Her: It's just…you thought you were the reason I left when actually…
Him: Actually what?
Her: You were the reason I came back.
Her: I know, messed up, right?
Him: No, it's just…
Her: And I was going to talk to you at the reunion, but then…Cass…
Her: That's how I felt.
Him: The only reason I went out with her was to get over you.
Him: Yes. I never wanted her to-
Her: So, wait, did you get married to her before or after?
Him: After what?
Her: After she…you know-
Him: Oh! Um…after.
Him: We got married at her house a month after we found out.
Her: And I came back a month later.
Him: You always had horrible timing.
Him: You do know that I'll never love her like I love you.
Her: Please, don't do this.
Him: It's true. I mean, I love her because I feel like I have to. I waited for you for so long and it killed me.
Her: I never meant to hurt you.
Him: You would never hurt me intentionally, but you hurt me so many more times than that.
Him: Every time you went out with someone other than me.
Her: Well, you know that I secretly wanted to rip out every one of your girlfriends' hair.
Him: We finally had our chance.
Her: I know.
Him: You left.
Her: This was already discussed.
Him: I wish I could just leave Cass.
Her: Please, don't do this to me, I already feel horrible.
Him: Don't, please, you know I can't stand it when you're not happy.
Her: You always took care of me.
Him: I still want to.
Her: You know we can't.
Him: Why not.
Her: You know it would be too hard.
Him: We've been best friends since sixth grade. You can't just throw that away.
Her: It would hurt too much.
Him: This is so fucked up.
Her: I know.
Him: So…where do we stand?
Him: What kind?
Her: The wave to each other when you pass on the street and have lunch once a month.
Her: I know, but we can't go back to what we used to have.
Him: I wish we could.
Her: So do I…
So, how far along is she now?
Him: Almost eight months.
Her: Wow, so, soon?
Her: Send me pictures when he's born.
Him: I will.
Her: You're going to be a great father.
Her: You were always so great with kids. That boy is one lucky guy.
Him: You'll have your own soon, too.
Her: Well, maybe.
Him: Come on, you always talked about having kids.
Her: I know, I just thought that…
Her: I always thought it would be with you.
Him: I did too, actually.
Sorry, my cell phone…it's Cass.
Her: It's okay, I should go talk to people anyway.
Him: I'm sorry…I'll see you around.
Her: Email me, we'll plan lunch.
Him: Do you…do you still love me?
Her: I couldn't stop if I tried.