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I still think about what went wrong that night. That night when I was so upset about the playbook and he was there. He was there for me. We hugged and I could have stayed there- that way, for a lifetime, but I didn't. I pushed away and left, even though I knew I could have fixed all these unresolved feeling, we could have talked and maybe gotten back together, but instead I did what I always do. I ran away from the problem.

I don't know what I want from him, from us anymore. I miss when we would talk everyday, and it was so easy. If anything, I want normal, I want normal really bad. I know that our friendship is strong, so we'll give it time, and when we're back to usual, I won't mess it up with something stupid, like love. I realize that sounds harsh, but it's the only way I see now. In fact, our friendship means so much to me, I'm going to write it down and save it, a constant and right now, slightly painful reminder.

I get out a piece of paper and a pen and start writing. I take a deep breath and scribble it all down.

I, Robin Scherbatsky, will never mess up my friendship with Barney Stinson again, especially not by... developing feelings for him again.

I wanted to write by never falling in love with him again, but it felt weird. That feeling alone kind of makes me doubt this idea, but I think I'm doing the right thing, so I grab the paper and tape it under my bed. "There," I sigh out loud, "all better." And I really do think it will be soon.