Author's Note: Shortest. Story. Ever. I know, but... it only took this to say what I wanted to say. I was concerned about the length, but it felt okay. (That's what he said?) But... yeah, sorry about how short this is, hopefully you won't mind too much?
I've come come to the conclusion that you never really know anybody.
I thought I knew Garrett. It was all those years ago, but I thought that the basic elements of a person didn't really change. I thought that even now, after the time had passed, he would still be the same person underneath. I thought that I fell in love with a sweet man. He had some issues, yes, but who doesn't? I'd like to think I was wrong. That people do change. That this Garrett isn't the same as the one I fell in love with.
I thought I knew myself. I thought that I belonged in both worlds. I thought that I wouldn't let my personal life get in the way of my determination to solve a case. I didn't think I like beer. I thought that I was accepted by my colleagues despite our differences.
Most importantly, I thought I knew Jane. I didn't think she saw me the way she does. I didn't think, as far as she's concerned, I'm "slumming". I didn't think class, wealth or any social differences mattered with us. I thought we both knew that we're polar opposites in so many ways, but we ignored that, and accepted each other completely. I thought our friendship was more important that any of the differences surrounding us.
I thought wrong.
Because it seems that people change. It seems that my colleagues think of me differently. It seems that others see the parts of me that I thought they ignored. It seems that Jane judges me in a way I never thought she would.
It seems that I'm not who I thought I was.