This is a oneshot that is sad and full of angst.

It takes place shortly after the "Things Change" episode. BB finally has time to settle down and reflect on his feelings.

I do not own the Teen Titans.

I sit here alone at my desk and when I look around me I see a mess. Clothes thrown to the floor. I am too lazy to pick them up. I tell myself I will get them tomorrow. Tomorrow comes and goes and the clothes still lay there, disregarded and ignored. Which is exactly what I am doing with my life. Empty water bottles sitting on my desk, some are still half full or is it half empty? I haven't decided where I stand on that question. I use to always say it was half full. I was that happy go lucky, everyone is a winner and always thought things would be ok type person.

I have all these questions about me and my life and believe it or not I have the answers. My problem is I never do anything with those answers. I try to convince myself I will do it tomorrow or I'll get to it this weekend. Tomorrow comes and goes and the weekend passes and still I sit here alone at my desk, clothes scattered, surrounded by the all too familiar site of empty water bottles.

I pull out a notebook and open it. I stare at the blank pages and oddly enough I find them staring back at me. The emptiness of the notebook is my question and the pen in my hand is the answer. I sit there and stare at the blank page and the pen in my hand, nothing. I cannot write this letter I so dearly want to write. It's a letter I have to send her. Even though she has moved on and is no longer in my life. I can't stop thinking about her. She made me who I am today. Her love, her kindness, those are the things I choose to remember about my days with her.

I still sit here alone with my clothes scattered on the floor. The water bottles, I think they are half empty. I wonder what would have happened if I said this or if I had just done that. Would she be here in my life now?

Why did she have to leave me? How could she forget who I am? I wipe away the tears that escape my eyes. My tears do me no good. They will not bring her back. They will not change the past but yet I cry. I cry knowing that she has moved on and I am stuck here. I have the answer. I have to write this letter. Even if I never hear from her, I need her to know how I feel and just how much she has ment to me. The tip of my pen touches the emptiness of the page. It touches the emptiness of my heart. She needs to know how I feel.

Dear Terra,

How have you been? I wish I could say things are going well for me but then I would be lying to you. I am not where I should be in my life right now. I never thought seeing you again would have been so painful. I did not realize how much you ment to me until I saw you again. I tried to forget about you. I tried to move on with my life but I haven't. There is still a part of me that is holding on to you…

I can't finish. Mere words are not enough to truly express how I feel, so I sit here alone and ignored. I crumple up the letter and toss it to the floor with the rest of the things I'll do tomorrow or this weekend.