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Did I miss your call again? No, you never called it was a thought inside my head. Been sitting here by the phone for days, just me and my new best friend Sam Adams. Why do you have this effect on me? You've obviously moved on, why can't I? I would call but I don't want to seem desperate. I mean it was you who screwed everything up; you should be the one to call with an apology. Did I take the fall again? I shoulda payed attention to all the words you said. Now here I am with a massive hangover sitting on my couch listening to the sounds of silence. And I really shouldn't be doing this because now I have time to think and I'm starting to doubt myself. Could it have been my fault? Did I not listen to you enough? Am I the reason you cheated? Could I have salvaged our relationship? Shit, look what you're doing to me again! It was your fault. But then why do I feel so guilty? I've been falling apart. Since you been gone I don't know where I need to start. I'm at work now I can't help but let my mind wonder how do I start over? I see you in the field and I can't help but stare. You've improved so much and I just wish that I could be like you sometimes, to be able to forget everything. But then again why would I want to forget? I'll always remember how you'd crack some witty joke in the after glow of sex and make me smile even though I'm dead tired. Why can't we start over? I'd change anything and everything just to have another chance with you. If I told you that I love you would it matter at all? If I told you that I need you would you catch me if I fall? My staring has been going on for a couple days and you've finally noticed me. Well of course you've noticed. I mean I haven't exactly been that secretive about it and I tend to forget that you're no longer a lab rat. You've been trained to notice things. Can you see now how hurt I am? Can you follow the evidence Greg? Can you what you've done to me? I can't live like this. Heartbreak, a fake smile, and 2000 miles. Tomorrow is the day I leave. The entire office got together and threw me a party; of course you didn't show up. Nobody knows the real reason I'm going. As far as they know it's because of the stress from being buried alive, held at gunpoint, and stalked. But those mean nothing compared to the pain you've caused. I leave for the airport early in morning, and I'm just about to get in line to have my bags checked when I hear someone call my name. I turn around and my fragile heart breaks as I see you standing there with a small smile on your face. I want to go and hug you and hit you at the same time. Instead I let the tears I've held back flow out of my eyes and I turn and leave you standing there, stunned.
Disclaimer: I do not own the song "2,000 Miles", CSI, Nick, Greg, or anything really for that matter :)
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