Hello people, dudes, and lady dudes. I would have hurt something (probably Jefferey, my ducky pillow pet) if I didn't finish this chapter, so here it is!
I sat in the darkness of my bed room, all alone. Just like I would be forever. I wiped my eyes. I was done crying. For now anyway. If Richard could be happy without me, I could be happy without him.
I walked into my living room and saw Chandler sitting on my couch. I knew I must have looked a mess with a ratty pair of flannel pants and a sweater from my fat days.
"Hey, Mon. What's up?" he asked, sounding concerned. I flopped down beside him.
"Nothing really." I stared off into space thinking about everything in the world at that moment. How even after we broke up, Richard could hurt me, and how sweet Chandler was being. He wrapped my arms around me, pulling me to him.
"What's wrong, Monica?"
"I saw Richard." he held me tightly, and rubbed tiny patterns on my hand with his thumb. I thought about how Chandler was nothing like Richard.
"He was all happy Chandler." I said as I crawled into his lap and cried my heart out.
After awhile I ran out of tears. And Chandler sat there and reassured me that there was nothing wrong with me, that I was smart, funny, fun, and beautiful. Then he took it back.
"No, not beautiful," he had said, still cradling me, "Absolutely, drop dead, never-look-at-another-woman gorgeous," I hugged him.
"You're my best friend, Chandler," I said, trying to hold back the butterflies.
"You're mine too, Mon. Mine too" he said.
And that's when the butterflies burst out. I realized that Chandler was so sweet and perfect for me. I finally understood the butterflies.
I was in love with Chandler Bing.