I don't own Taxi, just sharing a fic.

This is a sequel to my story Crossroads. Just want to note that if you've read that story before this one was published that Kathryn's name has been changed to Gwen (I reuploaded her chapters in Crossroads so the names match now). She is still the same character just with a new name.

This was written for NaNoWriMo 2013. Hope you all enjoy!

Alex Reiger and Elaine Nardo were finally together, and the last year (give or take a couple of months) had been better than either of them could've imagined. You see, Elaine had moved to Chicago with her (then) boyfriend, Arnie Ross. She didn't really want to move, but she was dedicated to Arnie. As far as she was concerned, that was going to be the beginning of a new life. Chicago had even begun growing on her… That was until she came across a letter Alex had written her. He'd never sent it though. Elaine had found it by the trashcan back at the garage. Seeing her name on the mysterious, crumpled piece of paper, she picked it up. Unfortunately, before she had gotten the chance to read it, Arnie came in saying that they had to go if they wanted to get breakfast before heading to the train station. She stuffed the letter in her bag and then completely forgot about it for months. When she first read it, she wished she had never remembered.

The letter read:

Dear Elaine,

There has been something that I have wanted to tell you for what feels like forever but whenever I was given the opportunity I wimped out. Anyways, what I have to say is that I love you. I love you so much. I love the way you talk, I love the way you laugh, I adore your smile… but I also love our friendship, and that has always been what's stopped me from telling you how I feel. Lord knows that I've been given many chances to confess. I came so close to telling you once… that last night in Europe we spent together. I will never forget that for as long as I live. Being able to kiss you, and to be close to you, and even just being able to hold your hand. It was possibly one of the best nights of my life. What stopped me from telling you then was that fact that we had agreed to spend that night together saying it was a one-time thing and that our friendship was strong enough to survive it. If I told you then who knows what could have happened? It could have been absolutely terrible or absolutely wonderful. Then again, I wasn't in the best frame of mind so that could have complicated things. Oh well, I guess it doesn't matter much now… Anyway, as I'm writing this I am definitely regretting not telling you how I feel when I had the chance. I'm writing this, even though I'd never send this to you, in hopes of some sort of closure I guess. You've moved on with your live and I guess it's time that I've moved on with mine. I keep trying to tell myself that I'm beyond happy for you. But the truth of the matter is that, yes, I am happy for you because you seem like you're happy and that's important to me; yet at the same time I can't help but feel selfish sadness, bitterness, anger, and hurt. I guess I'll have to leave it up to time to heal those feelings. No one has made me feel the way that you make me feel before, not even my ex-wife. And I don't think anyone else will ever make me feel this way. I don't even know if I can put the feeling to words. It's a comfort to be around you and I feel wonderful when I'm around you. I miss you when you're not around and I could just listen to your voice for hours... Well… I guess I'll just have to get used to you not being around. I guess I've been pretty silly this whole time anyway. You've been dating other people as have I. Though, I guess as much as I tried to deny my feelings for you, they always came through when I was with other women which I'm sure scared them off. Or I just ended it with them for a dumb reason. Deep down I am very happy for you and Arnie but as of right now I'm still very sad about the whole thing; especially about the fact that he is taking you away to Chicago… I'm glad you came and found me so you could say goodbye. I'm sure that would have become another thing that I would regret. Hopefully saying goodbye the way we did helped with giving me closure.

I still hope to see you again someday.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you...

Just wanted to make up for all the times that I wished I had said it… though that hardly covers it.

I really do love you and I will miss you more than anything… Thank you for all the wonderful memories you have given me.

Love,

Alex

Needless to say, it caused a lot of conflict for Elaine. She had always been aware of the fact that there was something special between her and Alex, but she- they… never really acted on it. Sure, they had shared some moments, but when it came down to it, they were both too afraid of ruining their friendship. When Elaine read Alex's letter, everything she ever felt for him came back. Trying to fight her feelings worked briefly, but after a favor Alex did for her in Chicago, there was no denying how she truly felt any longer. She broke up with Arnie, moved back to New York, and told Alex everything that had happened. Ever since, they had been together. She got her old job back at the Hazeltine Gallery, her old job at the garage (she'd never admit it out loud, but the garage—in a way—felt like home to her. Her closest friends were there (as well as Alex), how could it not feel that way?) On top of that, she was even able to get an apartment in her old building. Another reason she was glad to be home was because Simka had finally had a baby, and it killed her that she wasn't there to help her through the pregnancy. Also, Amanda was her Godchild; she wanted to be there for her. Even though it wasn't the biggest title in the world, it meant a lot to Elaine.

New York City was always her home, and even though she was beyond happy to be with Alex, she did feel a bit sad about leaving Chicago. She'd made a couple of very good friends, Gwen Johnston (an artist who's paintings had been featured at the Eldridge Gallery where Elaine worked in Chicago) and Golda Smuckler (the chief curator at the Eldridge). Jennifer (Elaine's daughter) also had become very good friends with Gwen's daughter Soleil. Lastly, she couldn't stop herself from feeling so horrible about how things ended with Arnie. He was a good man; even though towards the end he seemed to care more about work and friends than he did for her, Jason (Elaine's son), and Jennifer. She kept in contact with Gwen and Golda when she moved back to New York- especially Gwen. Soleil and Jennifer wrote to each other as well. She missed them dearly, and wished she could have brought them back to New York as well. Then everything would be one hundred percent perfect.