It's just something that happens.

You grow up, you fall in love, you fall out of love, and in love again, you know how it goes. It just happens. That's the way it is.

Sometimes it's the boy you met in the coffee shop, the one who makes crossword puzzles for a living. Sometimes David's all you think you need. You really like your job, though. Sometimes you like your job a little too much, and sometimes the ones you love get a little too involved in your work. It's not like you wanted him to, but it didn't hurt to have him around to help. At least, not all the time. He ended up really loving your work, too, but he ended up loving it a little too much. But yours is a dangerous line of work, and the inexperienced... it doesn't always end well. You always blamed yourself.

Sometimes, it's a co-worker. Sometimes that co-worker knows more about you than he should. It's not like Borden could help it - he was the company psychologist, for god's sake. He really... got you, you know? It was like he knew and understood every aspect of who you were. And the co-worker thing? A bonus, you didn't have to worry about him getting too involved in anything because it was already his job. It was great, until you found yourself drugged, kidnapped, and tortured, and bugged into being a mole because of him. You blamed yourself for that one, too.

Sometimes it isn't as easy as bumping into the cute, geeky boy at the cafe, or forming a meaningful relationship with a co-worker.

Sometimes it doesn't immediately hit you. Sometimes it takes a groundhog day scenario after being induced into a coma to figure out your own feelings.

Sometimes it takes waking up and seeing the only face in the room be hers. With her soft brown hair, and her big brown eyes...

Sometimes it's been your best friend all along. When you look at Tasha, freshly awoken, you realize all the little things that have been building up here. Why her talking about Reade seems to get on every one of your nerves, why her little jokes made you laugh every time (even when they weren't funny), why every time she smiled your chest tightened, why every time you hugged you never wanted to let go... it had been her the whole time. Of course. It might be a little cliche, the girl falling in love with her best friend, but you don't really care. At least you know now. You know now, this is where it's meant to be. As she slides up next to you in the hospital bed, it feels like she just fits so perfectly there. You decide you'll tell her how you feel. It's a relief, isn't it? To love and to be loved in return. It doesn't have to end badly. Sometimes, you get your happy ending, Patterson.

It's just something that happens.