Here's sburke94 with Ezra's POV when Aria tells him "I Love You" in 1x13. Please review! We'd love to hear your feedback!
~Remembrance~
If I have one request, it's that you'll remember me—remember what we had—remember what we have.
What we have isn't much. It's a too small apartment that's sparsely furnished and reeks of old Chinese food. It's bookshelves full of ungraded papers and random knickknacks. It's the definition of a bachelor pad. But for us, it's everything.
It's every week night we spent holed up here just to steal a few hours and a few kisses. It's Saturdays with lucky charms and old movies. It's everything that's been us, everything that could've been us.
But after tomorrow, after I hand in my resignation, it won't be. I'll box all of this up, everything that reminds me of you, and I'll move on.
And I'm not really sure where this leaves us. This isn't goodbye; at least I don't want it to be. But maybe, maybe for now it has to be.
So where do we stand?
Noel Kahn is ruining us—or at least attempting to in his pathetic adolescent boy way. I can't let him do that. I can't let him ruin us. We're taking the only out we have—I'm taking the only out I have.
This is it. You know it. I know it.
And as terrible as I feel, as screwed up as this entire situation seems—although that is probably partially due to the two glasses of Scotch I had before you arrived—it's not.
We're not screwed up.
We're not wrong.
We've realized that though, haven't we? Somewhere between forever and happily ever after, we realized that no matter how messed up things seem, we are not wrong.
And I won't let some teenage guy shift things around so that they are wrong—because they aren't. And it's something that shouldn't be within his power.
Yet it is. It is and because of that I'm trading my dreams for this mess of memories. But in every way, it's worth it. I'd trade my freedom for the feeling of your small body pressed against mine like it is right now.
And I'd do it for one reason, for one simple phrase I love you.
But then you've said it first, and I'm quite sure how to respond. I could say it back, couldn't I? That seems the easy thing to do, doesn't it? Yet I don't, and then you're kissing me. So I settle for pulling you closer, for crushing your tiny frame against me.
This is all I need. Forever.
You and Me. Me and You. Aria and Ezra. Ezra and Aria.
Forever.
But we can't have forever, can we? That'd be too much to ask for. So we have tonight—one last night to hear you, to see you, to hold you. It's painful, this feeling. Would you believe me if I said leaving was like ripping out my heart and handing it to you? Would you?
I don't know and I don't ask. Instead I settle for kissing you. If I can focus on that, if I can focus on you, I can forget that this is our last night.
My mind still hasn't processed that. Our forever has been reduced down to now.
Now is a few hours. Now is too short.
A small part of me wonders if I've hurt you because I didn't say it back, but then I think of how well you know me, and of how you must know exactly how I feel.
So no, Aria. Tonight will never be enough. But remember it, because we have to find some way to make it be enough.
Remember it.
Remember us.
Remember me.