Joey's POV
He's left me alone in his apartment, which was attached to his restaurant. he had done amazingly well. He was being so kind to me that I couldn't help but love him. I mean I always had it in my heart to love him but I never really thought that it was possible again, after all this time.
Looking round his apartment, it wasn't what you would call a typical bachelor pad. He definitely had some female input in the decor. My eyes were drawn to photographs he had on a shelf. He had the same photo as me. The one taken before Andie left for Italy. How young do we all look there. I started feeling guilty. I hadn't spoken to Andie in ages. In fact I hadn't spoken to a lot of people in such a long time. So much had happened that I couldn't even compute never mind letting anyone else in.
He had a picture I had never seen before. It was one of he and I that had been taken not long after we came back from our summer away together. I don't know who had taken it but it was beautiful. It showed us staring into each others eyes. He has such a sparkle in his eyes. I just look so young.
Anyway, I sit down on his sofa. I can't believe he finally got me here. He has been trying to get me to come to Boston for ages and every time I have refused blaming work for everything. it was never true but it always sounded good. Why had I run for so long? That was the question I needed to answer.
He's left me alone in his apartment, which was attached to his restaurant. he had done amazingly well. He was being so kind to me that I couldn't help but love him. I mean I always had it in my heart to love him but I never really thought that it was possible again, after all this time.
Looking round his apartment, it wasn't what you would call a typical bachelor pad. He definitely had some female input in the decor. My eyes were drawn to photographs he had on a shelf. He had the same photo as me. The one taken before Andie left for Italy. How young do we all look there. I started feeling guilty. I hadn't spoken to Andie in ages. In fact I hadn't spoken to a lot of people in such a long time. So much had happened that I couldn't even compute never mind letting anyone else in.
He had a picture I had never seen before. It was one of he and I that had been taken not long after we came back from our summer away together. I don't know who had taken it but it was beautiful. It showed us staring into each others eyes. He has such a sparkle in his eyes. I just look so young.
Anyway, I sit down on his sofa. I can't believe he finally got me here. He has been trying to get me to come to Boston for ages and every time I have refused blaming work for everything. it was never true but it always sounded good. Why had I run for so long? That was the question I needed to answer.