She turned around and ran out a door behind her. I still couldn't move, rooted to my spot. I didn't even hear Carly walk in; she just seemed to appear in front of me, and stared at me. I remember our dance, her in my arms, and it felt great, like the world was with me, and that was all I needed. And when she kissed me for the first time, I felt as if I had done it, achieved a prize, but I realized the night I broke up with her why I had been so happy with her. It was because of how much I told myself and other people that we were going to be together someday, and I never let myself live it down. I had to prove a point, and it created feelings in my mind.
Carly told me that she loved me, but she did not look at me with loving eyes, like my dad used to give my mom, like my mom used to give to him, what Chandler and Monica gave to each other, and Rachel and Ross, Logan and Quinn, Spinner to Emma, everyone who really loved.
I realized that Carly didn't look at me like that, and I realized that I didn't look at her like that. I didn't love Carly, I never did. I had a crush on Carly. That had been diminished, and at that moment, I realized disappeared.
But scared what me was that Sam looked at me with those eyes.
And Carly stood in front of me, shocked expression on her face, and my head went down, because I realized that I looked at Sam with those eyes, too.