I know this was supposed to be a one-shot, but I couldn't help but do a reimagining of it from Lexie's point of view. So here it is!

It's funny how but it still bothers me

I know it's been so long but I did not expect to see

How beautiful you are

I guess that all that time apart has done you well

You've seen him even from when he was a block away. Five years. Five years since you have last seen him, and all of a sudden, he's here, walking by the restaurant you're sitting in, and looking at you.

He stopped in his tracks, and you didn't know what else to do, so you get up and hug him. Warm. Comfortable.

You catch a whiff of his perfume, still the same one he uses from years ago, the same one you used to spray around the apartment so you don't feel alone when he is off in a conference for an entire weekend.

You pull away first, and he looks at you. Not briefly, but really looks. You look down and mentally tell the little butterflies (which you notice are only really around when he is) in your stomach to stop.

But hey, I wish you all the best and maybe someday we might even meet again

You were lying on the bed in the only on-call room in this floor, when you hear the door open, and he walks in.

You turn your head slowly to look at him and you apologize for throwing a baseball on his girlfriend's boob.

He sits on the foot of the bed you're in, looking at you and asks why you did it. The tone of his voice suggests that he wasn't accusing, he was just asking. You don't know what to say. So you both just look at each other in silence.

After a while, he speaks again and tells you he's trying. And you knew what he meant. I told you I'll let you go, and I'm trying. So you nod.

You want nothing more than to pull him into your arms and make things go back to the way it was, but you know it's impossible. You want different things. So you watch him walk away from you again and you turn to face the wall before letting silent tears release themselves hoping they would someday be enough to wash you clean.

Sometime in the future maybe we can get together

Maybe share a drink and talk a while

And reminisce about the days when we were still together

Maybe someday further down the line

And I will meet you there

The first time he tells you he loves you was unexpected, and it knocked the wind right out of you.

You spot him standing in the nurses' station, writing in his patient's chart, and you stand next to him, putting a cup of hot bone-dry cappuccino right next to the chart he's working on.

You went out of your way to get it from his favorite coffee shop two blocks away while he was in surgery. You remember him talking animatedly about this case for weeks, and how excited he was to have a medical breakthrough right on the palm of his hands.

He smiles and acknowledges your presence, bumping his hip with yours playfully. The surgery must've gone well. He closes the chart and takes a sip of his coffee before watching you do some charting.

He just stares at you for almost an entire minute, until he says it, out of nowhere. "I love you."

You drop your pen, startled, and he kisses your cheek before you watch him walk away, with the biggest fucking smile on his face.

Sometime in the future we can share our stories

When we won't care

About all of our mistakes our failures and our glories

But until that day comes along

I'll keep on moving on

You never really acknowledged the fact that he was the love of your life. Not until five years ago when you were crying in front of Meredith and Derek and they keep referring to him as that.

He asks you about your marriage and you try to smile, your widest, and tell him you're happy. He nods slowly and breaks eye contact.

You don't tell him you miss him. You don't tell him you still think about him from time to time, and it all gets too much, you cry sometimes. You don't tell him that your heart constricts everytime anyone brings him up.

You don't tell him that you are still in the same place where he left you five years ago — trying to move on from him.