A/N: I'm sooooo sorry it took so long to update, but for some reason i couldn't upload any documents. :( I have no idea if somebody is actually reading my story, but... anyway... Enjoy!

Monica was sitting in front of her computer. She hesitated. She was just going to check her e-mail. She wasn't doing anything wrong, wasn't she? Anyway, she was absolutely sure that he couldn't write to her THAT soon. She logged on to her e-mail account. A little popup came on. 'You have 1 new e-mail message'. Her fingers began trembling. It couldn't be from him! She opened it. And there it was... The subject: 'Hey, stranger'. She began reading, her eyes growing wider with every word.

Hey, stranger!

Long time since we have last seen each other... How have you been? How is Steve? And how is your daughter? I think she was the one I talked on the phone with today. She gave me your e-mail address. She must be fourteen years old by now...

I truly regret moving to France now... Sure, it's a wonderful country, sure, I have a great job (I work in advertising, just like I dreamed I would) but... something is just... missing... And now I am asking myself why on Earth I am telling all this to you since I can barely remember your face! I remember your eyes, tough. Beautiful, blue, mesmerizing eyes... Anyway... I am anxiously waiting for your reply.

Chandler

Monica didn't know what to think. In a way, she felt angry at Chandler for popping in her life just when everything seemed to go right. But then she thought... he wasn't guilty of anything... He didn't know anything about her life in the last fourteen years. Her eyes went over the e-mail once again. 'How is Steve?' She felt her heart shrink. He thought she was still married. Of course he did! He had every reason to think that. She and Steve seemed perfect at the beginning... 'Something is just... missing...' She understood that feeling so well! She had Madeline and a perfect job at a perfect restaurant but still she needed more... She needed the warmth of a man's arms... She hadn't gone out with anybody since the divorce. She wasn't sure that Madeline would handle it.

Monica wondered if she should reply to Chandler's e-mail. Should she just ignore it? Should she lie to him and tell him that her life is perfect? Or should she tell him everything? Everything that had happened since he left...

Her head started to ache and she was very, very tired. She couldn't decide now. A good night sleep would help her clear things out. So she turned off the computer and went to bed. She closed her eyes and the first image that came in her mind was his eyes. Those deep blue eyes which, back then, made her oblivious of everything around her.

The next morning, Monica woke up with her mind made up. She will tell Chandler that her life is perfect. She won't tell him anything of the awful things that happened to her. She opened her computer. Today was Saturday and she had all the time in the world...

She started typing. She could easily lie to him, right? Why did she feel so obligated to him? Why did he deserve to know the truth? She will lie, and she will lie big time! But NO! She couldn't... She couldn't do this to him... She erased all that she had written so far, and started typing frantically. About a half an hour later, she laid back in her chair, content with the e-mail she had just written.

Dear Chandler,

I was so surprised when I heard that you called here! I was even more surprised when i got your e-mail.

So much has happened to me since you left... But I don't want to bore you with it. It's really a long, long, complicated story. I had my ups and downs, but, the bottom line is that my life seems to be going pretty well now. Or at least, my professional life. My personal one, not so much... But I have Madeline, and that's what counts. Madeline is my daughter, and, yes, she is fourteen years old. She is so smart and beautiful. It's funny, sometimes she reminds me of you. She is a lot like you: throwing punch-lines and sarcastic remarks all the time. That is what makes me love her even more (if that is possible).

I am so sorry that France isn't going that well for you. I have to admit, I was a little surprised when you left. It was so sudden! I didn't even know that you liked Europe! Anyway, I am still sorry that it didn't quite work out the way you thought it would.

So...I don't know what else I could say... I hope you will answer...

Monica

Yes, it wasn't a very bad reply. She didn't lie to him, but still, she didn't gave away too much. She hit the 'Send' button.

She got dressed in some casual clothes and exited her room. She went in the kitchen and was surprised to see her daughter at the table. She was eating some pancakes. In the middle of the table there was a bigger plate with a lot of pancakes.

'Morning, mom!'

'Morning, sweetie! How come you are up so early? It's only 9 in the morning! You usually sleep until noon on Saturdays.'

'I know. But I woke up and thought I make breakfast for the both of us. I know you worked a lot this week at the restaurant and I thought you deserved a break. And also, I was thinking if you would want to spend the day together. We will have some plain, old, mother-daughter fun: we will go shopping, have lunch, hang out in that cute little coffee place. We hardly spend time together lately... I miss having fun with you... What do you say?'

'Oh, my God! I can't believe you did this. I would love to spend the day with you! Come here!'

And with that, Monica, with teary eyes, pulled her daughter into a hug.

'God, mom! I feel like in a soap opera or something... When did you become so sentimental?'

But still, she hugged her mother tightly.