This year's love…
By BellaMarie
This is follows TOW the Thanksgiving Flashbacks when Chandler says he loves Monica…
This is also my first, so be kind in reviews please!
Walking down the street out into the crisp New York autumn, Chandler squeezed Monica's hand.
What had just happened between them? He had said he loved her… surprise was an understatement. She didn't have to coax it out of him or show him that she loved him and that he felt the same way. No, he had done it all on his own; she wasn't holding his hand or guiding him now. He had said it all on his own…
Granted he blurted it out… but that doesn't mean it wasn't true, right? That possibly chandler was feeling exactly like she was… that somehow, despite all intentions, this was love.
Monica's mind drifted back to when she thought she had found love before. With the passing of each, a little piece of her had gone too. A tiny part of her had feared that when the right one came along, she might have nothing left to give. Yet somehow she felt this all rested on Chandler. Chandler was either gonna make her or break her; because what she felt between the two of them meant that he could very well be "The One"… or he would take what was left of her.
Still walking on the near empty streets of late autumn, Chandler gently pulling her closer to him as they walked down the street broke Monica's thoughts. Looking up at him, all her anguish disappeared and she suddenly remembered how glad she was that she was in his arms. He turned to look at her… and smiled. She turned away, blushing and smiling, not trying to give too much away. And so they walked on…
Again, her mind was reeling over the possibilities. Did he mean it? He had to if he was still here, right? She knew she was being silly—needing three little words so desperately. Couldn't she tell by the way he acted? By the way he smiled when she walked into a room? The way he looked at her as if she were the only one in the room…? No, somehow his vocalization would make all of these other things ten times more real… it would all become a reality. She had to hear it from him; she knew that now.
Monica stopped suddenly making Chandler stumble over his own feet a little.
"Chandler?" She asked, as she looked him straight in the eye.
"Yeah?" He replied.
Suddenly losing all her nerve, she turned her attention toward her feet. "I… well I … uh… I uh…"
"Yes, Mon?"
"Well… what I was going to say was…" she paused wondering if she should stop herself before it was too late.
"…yessssssss?????"
Unable to contain her self anymore, she let it all out.
"Look, I've been thinking a lot about tonight and… the incident… and I know we shouldn't talk about it because there is the chance that it could ruin everything and I know I wouldn't want that because you mean so much to me and its just become something so much bigger than I can control that I need to know somehow that you feel the same way too—"
Before she could go on, Chandler had cupped her face in his hands and kissed her soundly. He wanted to kiss her so that she knew what he was feeling… and that it was the same as her. When he broke the kiss, he eyed her carefully to see if she had understood. He watched her slowly open her eyes… with a growing smile that beamed genuinely back at him.
Silently she took his hand again, with a smile on her face. "Let's go home," she said calmly and the smile he was trying to contain escaped and spread across his face.
Monica knew then that Chandler would be her beginning or her end. It was love… and there was nothing that could be done now. All she could think was that this year's love… had better last.
This year's love
By David Gray
This year's love had better last
Heaven knows its high time
And I've been waiting on my own… too long
But when ya hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like ya can't go on….
Turning circles where time again
It cuts like a knife
If ya love me, got to know… for sure
Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet sweet lies
Before I open up my arms and fall…
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul…
And when ya kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
So who's to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on
And won't you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
Ps… I do not own any piece of Monica or Chandler. I also do not own the lyrics to THIS YEAR'S LOVE by David Gray. But I will go ahead and mention that Chandler would be a GREAT stocking stuffer come Christmas…
Ps.2… please don't flame me… I'm new to this…
By BellaMarie
This is follows TOW the Thanksgiving Flashbacks when Chandler says he loves Monica…
This is also my first, so be kind in reviews please!
Walking down the street out into the crisp New York autumn, Chandler squeezed Monica's hand.
What had just happened between them? He had said he loved her… surprise was an understatement. She didn't have to coax it out of him or show him that she loved him and that he felt the same way. No, he had done it all on his own; she wasn't holding his hand or guiding him now. He had said it all on his own…
Granted he blurted it out… but that doesn't mean it wasn't true, right? That possibly chandler was feeling exactly like she was… that somehow, despite all intentions, this was love.
Monica's mind drifted back to when she thought she had found love before. With the passing of each, a little piece of her had gone too. A tiny part of her had feared that when the right one came along, she might have nothing left to give. Yet somehow she felt this all rested on Chandler. Chandler was either gonna make her or break her; because what she felt between the two of them meant that he could very well be "The One"… or he would take what was left of her.
Still walking on the near empty streets of late autumn, Chandler gently pulling her closer to him as they walked down the street broke Monica's thoughts. Looking up at him, all her anguish disappeared and she suddenly remembered how glad she was that she was in his arms. He turned to look at her… and smiled. She turned away, blushing and smiling, not trying to give too much away. And so they walked on…
Again, her mind was reeling over the possibilities. Did he mean it? He had to if he was still here, right? She knew she was being silly—needing three little words so desperately. Couldn't she tell by the way he acted? By the way he smiled when she walked into a room? The way he looked at her as if she were the only one in the room…? No, somehow his vocalization would make all of these other things ten times more real… it would all become a reality. She had to hear it from him; she knew that now.
Monica stopped suddenly making Chandler stumble over his own feet a little.
"Chandler?" She asked, as she looked him straight in the eye.
"Yeah?" He replied.
Suddenly losing all her nerve, she turned her attention toward her feet. "I… well I … uh… I uh…"
"Yes, Mon?"
"Well… what I was going to say was…" she paused wondering if she should stop herself before it was too late.
"…yessssssss?????"
Unable to contain her self anymore, she let it all out.
"Look, I've been thinking a lot about tonight and… the incident… and I know we shouldn't talk about it because there is the chance that it could ruin everything and I know I wouldn't want that because you mean so much to me and its just become something so much bigger than I can control that I need to know somehow that you feel the same way too—"
Before she could go on, Chandler had cupped her face in his hands and kissed her soundly. He wanted to kiss her so that she knew what he was feeling… and that it was the same as her. When he broke the kiss, he eyed her carefully to see if she had understood. He watched her slowly open her eyes… with a growing smile that beamed genuinely back at him.
Silently she took his hand again, with a smile on her face. "Let's go home," she said calmly and the smile he was trying to contain escaped and spread across his face.
Monica knew then that Chandler would be her beginning or her end. It was love… and there was nothing that could be done now. All she could think was that this year's love… had better last.
This year's love
By David Gray
This year's love had better last
Heaven knows its high time
And I've been waiting on my own… too long
But when ya hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like ya can't go on….
Turning circles where time again
It cuts like a knife
If ya love me, got to know… for sure
Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet sweet lies
Before I open up my arms and fall…
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul…
And when ya kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
So who's to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on
And won't you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
Ps… I do not own any piece of Monica or Chandler. I also do not own the lyrics to THIS YEAR'S LOVE by David Gray. But I will go ahead and mention that Chandler would be a GREAT stocking stuffer come Christmas…
Ps.2… please don't flame me… I'm new to this…