A/N: Hi Guys. Thanks for the feedback. It makes it all worthwhile when people like your fic. I appreciate you guys taking the time to read them. This takes place 2 weeks after Chapter 1: Susan's POV. As always I own nothing.

Disclaimer: the song used in this chapter is 'Please Remember' by Leann Rimes. It does not belong to me. I am using it merely for entertainment purposes.

Chapter 2: Mike's POV

I wearily kneel against the soft bed. It had been another long day. I was working on Edie's new house for most of the day, but my mind wasn't on the job. Every minute I would look over to Susan's house. Her image was constantly playing on my mind. I saw her earlier coming out of her house with a sketchpad. She sat on the bench in her front garden her mind in concentration as she worked on her latest project. She didn't know that I was watching her every so often, oblivious to everything around her.

I watched her face as she concentrated on her drawings. Her perfect hands creating elegant marks on the paper in front of her. I had to physically stop myself from going over to her and placing a kiss against her lips. Those soft inviting lips. Edie had constantly tried to get me to notice her but it was no use. I wasn't interested, I never will be. The only person, correct woman I have ever been interested in is Susan Mayer. She enthralled me from the very beginning, her smart humor, her kind nature and her beauty.

I sigh loudly, kneeling my head back against the pillows. I wait as the seconds tick by resisting the urge to pick up the phone and call her myself. I want her so badly, I'm tempted but I don't want to scare her away.

Instead I reach for the small radio on my bedside cabinet turning it on hoping it will make me forget and distract me in some way. The radio echoes through my silent bedroom. The song plays through the silence as the lyrics resound in my ears. I close my eyes 'Is the world against me?' The radio was supposed to take my mind of Susan, not make me think of her and everything we shared. I close my eyes once again pondering everything.

Time sometimes the time just slips away

And your left with yesterday

Left with the memories

And I I'll always think of you and smile

And be happy for the time

I had you with me

Though we go our separate ways

I won't forget so don't forget the memories we made.

Please remember, please remember

I was there for you

And you were there for me

Please remember, our time together

The time was yours and mine

And we were wild and free.

Please remember, please remember me.

The shrill ringing of the phone jolts me out of my thoughts. I open my eyes and look t the clock. It's 2:30 am. I know it's her. Everyday for the past two weeks she rings me as I anxiously wait for her grateful beyond belief when the small device starts ringing. I pick up the phone pressing the answer key.

"Hello," I speak suddenly nervous. I turn the radio down with tense fingers.

There's no answer, just slow movements coming from the other end of the phone. I start to worry and I hear Susan listening to the same song, that's quietly playing on my radio.

Please remember me

And how we laugh and how we smile

And how this world was yours and mine

And how no dream was out of reach

I stood by you. You stood by me

We took each day and made it shine

We wrote our names across the sky

We ride so fast, we ride so free

And I had you and you had me

Please remember, please remember.

I try to fight back the tears but its impossible, it's almost as if the song was written for us. The lyrics fit perfectly. Does Susan remember the memories we shared? Or the way she used to make me smile with the little things she used to do? After a tense silence, she whispers the words that light up my day.

"Hi Mike." Her voice is broken. I can tell she's been crying. I always could except this time I don't get to wipe away her tears and comfort her in my arms. We stay silent, it always begins like this both of us content to hear the others voice and bask in each others silent breathing.

After minutes of quiet reflection I finally utter the words, "How was your day?" A simple friendly question not designed to scare her away.

"It was busy I had to meet a new publisher," she explains. I can hear the joy in her voice; she was always so passionate about her work. I remember the time when she gave me a handmade card for Valentine's Day. I reach toward the drawer pulling it out. I have always kept it close to me. To someone on the outside it may not seem like much, but this card made form Susan's love and dedication is the best gift I have ever received. I also cherish the fact that I got to be a part of this amazing woman's life and she let me love her just as she loved me.

"I'm happy for you Susan," I reply. I am genuinely pleased. I wish I was there celebrating with her. I can see it now; we are both wrapped in each other's arms. Her head leaning against my chest as her fingers play with my chest. Her beautiful hazel eyes sparkling as she tells me about her day.

"Thank you Mike, I knew you would be. So weird thing was my publisher introduced me to this guy," she begins softly. My heart literally stops. I must have misheard. Susan was asked on a date? A dreaded silence falls between us. I don't what to say to her or how to react. What can I say to make this any better? Nothing.

"Oh," I reply coming across as jealous. I don't care I am jealous; the thought of Susan in another man's arms is enough to tear me apart. I have a sudden urge to go out and find this guy. How dare he think he can take away my Susan?

"I didn't…. I mean…I told him I wasn't interested," Susan whispers softly down the phone. I feel as if a weight has being lifted off my shoulders and breathe a sigh of relief. Susan said 'No' to him. My mind starts racing with a thousand questions, mostly involving Susan. Does this mean she wants to give us another chance? Does she still love me?

"Why did you….refuse?" I ask curiosity getting the better of me.

"I'm not ready Mike, I don't know if I ever will be able to let another guy into my life…I still..lo….you're still in my heart," she cries down the phone.

"Shhh baby don't', Please don't cry," I plead not wanting her to hurt because of me. After a while she manages to compose herself.

"God I'm such an idiot," she sighs down the phone berating herself.

"No Susan you're not," I argue. If anyone's the idiot I am for letting her go. Should I tell her how much I still miss her? How I can't stop thinking about her? How much I still love her? The answer is yes I would tell Susan all those things within a heartbeat, but the problem is she won't be interested, not anymore. She said she would like us to be friends one day. I know I can never be friends with Susan, not without wanting more.

I pick up a small photo frame of my bedside cabinet. In it lies a picture of a smiling happy Susan. I took the picture one morning as she sat in my bed wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing else, looking at me lovingly. I stroke her 'face' on the photo. Maybe I should move away. Nothing is keeping me in Wisteria Lane. One glance at the photo and I know I am not strong enough.

"Mike," she asks pulling me out of my reverie.

"Hmm," I answer lost in thought.

"Thank you," she replies softly. I am confused and ask her what for.

"For being here, for listening and for letting me hear your voice," she explains her voice on the verge of tears.

"Susan, you don't have to thank me," She really doesn't I look forward to hearing her soft voice each night. It helps me carry on to the next day.

"It helps. One day we can finally be ready to let go," she whispers her voice choking. I let the tears slip past my eyes as they roll freely down my face.

"Mike…. promise me something," she pleads softly. I would do anything for Susan. I would even die for her.

"What?" I ask my voice hoarse.

"That you'll never forget…. Please remember me…"she asks tearfully.

"Susan I….promise," I tear up now. Why is this so hard? Why is fate so against us?

"Thank you. Goodnight Mike," she whispers silently.

"Goodnight Susan," I say silently hanging up the phone. I wipe away the tears form my cheeks and look at the photo. One day I know she will be strong enough to let me go but I don't want her to be. I know in my heart, I will never be able to watch her leave because when she does my heart will go with her.

"Goodnight Susan. I love you." I whisper into the darkness, letting sleep overcome me.

Please remember, please remember me.

The End

Finished. So what did you all think? Feedback is appreciated. I have an idea for an epilogue chapter, but I don't know whether or not to post it or leave the fic as it is.