6:02 Tuesday Evening It was only about 10 p.m. when I got to my room. When I entered the suite, I found Internet on his laptop, staring hard at the screen. I couldn't tell if he was angry or sad or if he even cared. "Hey," I said, softly, half hoping he wouldn't notice me and half hoping he would have forgotten I existed and wonder who was this whacko in his room. Of course these were useless hopes, he noticed me when i opened the door and of course he remembered me. "Hi," he said, flatly. "Let's talk," I said. "Like old times. About movies and making out." He gave me a weak smile. I knew he didn't trust me anymore. I didn't blame him. We talked for an hour and a half and I felt nothing. It was sad that our relationship had fallen through like this, not just that I had lost a lover but also a good friend. There was simply no way we could still be friends after this. There would always be some invisible barrier between us. A mental block because of this. Deep down, however, I knew that Overseas was worth it. After a 20 minute silence and midnight was growing near, I couldn't take it anymore. "Internet, I don't know how to say this really, but I'm sure we both know that I can no longer be a good partner. Better we find this out now than later, though, but I've realised tonight that even after all these years and no chatting, corresponding through e-mails only, that I'm still head-over-heels in love with Overseas. I'm sorry, but it must mean that I'm clearly not the right girl for you. Um, yeah, you should enjoy your last day without me." I wrote him a check for how much my half of the hotel room would cost and went to my room to pack my bag. When I came back out with my two suitcases and put my laptop in my carry-on bag, I said, "I don't think it's a good idea if I stay here with you any longer. I'm sorry, I really am. I wish there was an easy way to do this. I wish you weren't so awesome. Goodbye," and left the room. At 12:30 that morning I had my bags dragged to Overseas's room and I knocked on his door and hoped he wasn't sleeping. He opened the door and my stomach went twisty and useless again. "Hi," I said, completely lamely, including the stupid smile and the wave. You know the wave, fast and utterly awkward. That was the wave. He had just his boxers and eyeglasses on and he yawned and scratched his head in the most attractive way a man can yawn and scratch his head. "Come in," he said. "I fell asleep hoping you'd come back." I dragged my bags in and placed them in the corner. "Do you mind if I camp in your hotel room for the next few days? I can sleep on the couch, but yeah. I just went through an intense...," I paused, not knowing exactly what to say. "An intense...thing. With Internet. Whatever we were, boyfriend-girlfriend, lovers, friends with lots of benefits, whatever, we're not anymore. Seeing you again made me realise that I never got over you. Even though I knew that deep down all along." He swept me into his arms and kissed me on the forehead. I rubbed his nose with mine and he said, "I'm glad." "Is that all you had to say?" I said, "That you're glad?" "Words don't accurately convey the happiness I feel that the most beautiful woman in the universe picked me. Out of all the handsome and wonderful men in the universe, she picked me." I laughed. "That's better. But really, I'm glad that the most wonderful man in the whole universe is allowing me to be a part of his life. I love you." "I love you, too."