Disclaimer: I absolutely do not own Dawson's Creek.
Author's Note: Hey, guys, this is my first story in the Dawson's Creek category, not to say I haven't been watching in forever. Anyway, I absolutely believe in these two characters together. I hope you enjoy.
"There is someone. Someone who's taught me so much more than anyone ever could. And I don't even think he knows it. My whole life has just been a debacle of cinematic proportions, depicted only in the way of a soap opera, and…he provides me the comfort I've inexplicably needed. I really can't explain it…there really is no way to explain it. When I'm with him, even when we're not…together, he makes me feel whole. I know it's childish, but, when he touches me, even simply brushes my arm, it sends a tingling sensation through my body. When I see him, the infamous butterflies start to flutter. It's like puppy love, but somewhere deep inside of me, I know I've loved him- forever seems so…overused and nonsensical, but I think that's about right.
"It's funny and…ironic. I spent fifteen years of my life running and being repulsed by him, but then…then I saw him. I really saw him. I think he's the only person in the world who can make me lose all sense in the world and still know that…it's right. Being with him is right. And I've never been more sure of one thing. I mean, this is the little boy who spent Fourth of July picnics chasing me and pulling out my pigtails. This is the little boy who, at the age of six, told me that he wouldn't be caught dead hanging out with a girl. We spent our whole lives competing with one another and…hating each other that…I guess, it kind of passed us by. But, when I'm with him, actually in his arms, I feel so safe and so sure of us, that, that nothing else matters.
"I can't even begin to explain to you the different ways he's been there for me. Ways he's watched out for me and I didn't even realize it. He's been by my side for the longest time, and for so long I didn't even thank him. Didn't acknowledge his assistance…no, not assistance…concern? Help? Possibly even love? But it didn't go unnoticed. I guess I was too wrapped up in my own little world of…oblivion. But that's what's so great about him. He didn't do any of those things just to be noticed. He didn't want to be acknowledged. He didn't yearn for some award. He did it because, I've finally realized, he cared. He cared about my feelings, he cared about my passions, and…he cared about me. He never had to. He just did. And I am so thankful for that. For him and for everything he's done for me.
"I don't even know why I'm having this conversation. I mean, he's gone. I guess all the inconsistencies of our relationship finally drove him to the point where…what does it matter? He's not here. He's not by my side holding me together anymore. Remember when I told you that he was my other half? Well, it's never been more true. Without him, I don't feel whole. Without him here with me, I feel as though I lost something. And I did. There is nothing in the world that would possibly be able to replace him and there's no point in trying. I guess, what I'm trying to say is, in my whole life, I've never appreciated someone more. I've never cared so much for one person. And I need him. I need him so much. And I've certainly never loved someone as I have loved him. And that's really all there is to say."
Joey smiled and excused herself for the night, leaving a stupefied Bessie behind at the table.
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"Pacey…Hi. It's Joey…I need to talk to you…"