Robin looks at Barney – sees him talking, smiling, with someone else – and her world shifts.
It can't be….She can't be feeling – it makes no sense.
They'd tried before and failed. Their relationship had failed; that's all there was to it. Hadn't they just decided it would be a mistake now to try again at something more, to risk the friendship, to run back to the past?
Their relationship had been flawed. It would be ridiculous to want that back again. It was crazy; temperamental, destructive, fiery, tempestuous, beautiful….But all the while it was real, so very real. One minute they were fighting and the next minute they were making love. It was the very definition of passion in all its many forms.
And all at once she wants it back so desperately she can barely breathe. In that moment she knows. With a stunning clarity that comes a second too late, she knows that she's still in love with him. All this time, she's been lying to herself. But what good comes from knowing it now? Now that it's too late…..Or is it?