She hated him. She hated him with a passion. The fact that she could get so mad, so angry, and allow him to drive her to the point where she wants to rush into his arms, cry and tell him all her worries, drove her insane. They drove each other crazy. She loved it. She loved that they could piss each other off so much that they wanted to ring each other's neck and put some sense into each other, and end up having normal conversations' moments later. She could tell when he was starting to become angrier. She knew how far to push him and then ease him down, just to do it all over again.

The picture that she was holding was of her and Will, a time when she was happier. It was a picture that was taken unbeknownst to them. It's why it's her favorite picture. They were so wrapped up in each other, in their own two person world, wanting no one but the other; it was told all in their eyes. Karen smiled at the warmth she suddenly felt from the memory and from the picture itself.

She could hear her phone buzzing in her purse. The only person who would be calling her at one in the morning would be Will. Sighing she stood up and took the two steps to her purse and picked up her still buzzing cell phone. It wasn't him calling, it was him texting her. Breakfast tomorrow. Café around the corner.

She smiled at his attempts. She hated that she folded too, texting her reply back to him. Sure at eight. She shook her head, a huge smile across her face, and put her phone back in her purse before crawling into bed. She fell asleep with a smile across her face.

She could hear her alarm clock beeping in the background. She hated that thing too. The mornings where she wanted to sleep in, and felt the need to sleep in, never happened, due to her alarm clock. She purchased it because she needed something to remind her to wake up, especially mornings she had a big presentation; that way she wouldn't miss another one. An hour later, she emerged from her two bedroom apartment and made her way to the small café around the corner. Just as he asked. The sight that stopped her at the corner, while the light was green, was Will sitting with a woman, she was blonde and seemed to be laughing with Will. Enjoying his presence, just as Karen did, once upon a time. Karen took a deep breath and stepped off the curb and made her way to the café, where Will and his date were sitting.

"Karen," Will said getting to his feet as Karen approached the table. He went to kiss her cheek but she pulled away, getting ready to sit down. The blonde woman was staring at her, making her feel a bit out of place. "Karen this is Janice. Janice this is Karen. Janice and I met each other in Maine." He said quietly, hoping Karen didn't hear the last part. But it was the emotionless glare that they both received that confirmed his fear.

"What's your favorite color Janice?" Karen asked tightening her grip on her purse. Janice smiled and looked at Will, who was staring into his juice.

"When I was a child it was red, but as I got older it became purple." Karen nodded and faked a smile. "What about you?"

"It used to be yellow. But now it's black." She gave the woman a smile. "Will, you're favorite color is green right? Or has it changed into blue or yellow?"

"It's still green." He murmured. Janice put down her fork and took a grip of her own glass of water.

"The day I met Will, he hadn't mentioned you. You seem really close." Karen once again faked a smile at Janice and then looked to Will, who was glaring at Janice. "He mentioned something about a woman named Grace, but he never mentioned you. We started our whole conversation about soul mates and how I believe in them and when I asked him, he said he found his but he wasn't theirs. Its sad how people don't seem to realize the one person you're supposed to be living your entire life with is sitting right in front of you." Karen looked to her right at Will, who was looking right back at her. "So how do you know Will, Karen?"

"I was married to him." She replied, getting to her feet. "Enjoy the rest of your day," Karen left the table and quickly made her way out of the café and towards her apartment garage to get her car and go to work. She felt the warm hand that she immediately knew belonged to Will take hold of her wrist, causing her to turn around. "What the hell do you want from me?"

"I want to apologize for Janice. She didn't know." He said slightly out of breathe. "I told her I was meeting a friend, and she begged to come along."

"So you are sleeping with her." Karen said. Will shook his head. "Don't lie to me Will."

"No. I'm not sleeping with her." He said, making it sound like a promise. "She came to New York a week and a half ago. She is staying with her sister who lives in my building. I saw her this morning on the elevator." He told her. "Do you really think I would tell you I wanted to meet you for breakfast just so I can flaunt some woman you're convinced I slept with in your face? I'm not that man Karen."

"I don't know who you are anymore." She said undoing her wrist out of his grasp. "It's ironic how her favorite color is purple. And the pair of silky panties that I found in your briefcase was purple."

"For the love of God, Karen. I bought the damn pair of underwear for you. Didn't you notice that there was a tag on them? You're pair got ripped up by that thing you called a dog that you got from Lorraine. I just bought you another pair." There was a part of her that wanted to believe him. A part of her thought he was lying. "When I was in Maine, I didn't sleep with anyone. I didn't tell anyone I was married either."

"Why not?"

"With what we were going through, it just didn't make a lot of sense to say that we were when we weren't acting like it."

"I just lost my daughter Will. You think I was going to be all happy and smiles with you?"

"She was my daughter too Karen. We made the decision together. And yes, it was devastating to lose her, but you didn't need to isolate yourself off from everyone who was trying to help you."

"If I remember correctly, William, your ideas of helping me as you say, was coming home and finding something I did wrong in the day and call me out about it. Yelling at me at 2 o'clock in the morning about a client that has no meaning to my life what so ever, was not what I needed. And then when I told you I just wanted to sleep in for a day, you proceeded to yell at me and accuse me of being an alcoholic, pill popping bitch from hell." He looked down at her accusations; the extremely truthful accusations.

"Karen. Two months have gone by and these two months have been hell for me. I went to London, trying to figure out where the hell we went wrong. I spent two months with your aunt, learning more about you, and that's when I realized how much of a different you are to the people around you. In these two months I fell in love with you even more than I thought possible. But it happened. " Before she could protest, his lips found hers and his hands found the back of her neck, not allowing her to go anywhere. She immediately melted into him, sticking her hands in his pockets of his jacket, tugging him closer; if it was possible.

There was a time, years ago where she wouldn't have allowed herself to be kissed in the middle of the street. It was too affectionate for her taste. Too unnecessary. With Will, she kissed him in the middle of the street, in the middle of the park; public places where, in the past, she wouldn't have dared. It must have been his presence that did it to her.

Yes, she hated him. Yes, she hated him with a passion. She hated that he could get her to hate him so much, she wanted to ring his neck. She hated that he could get her to fall in love with him every time they fought. She hated the fact that in the middle of the street, in Manhattan, she was crying and he was kissing her tears. She hated him, but she would have hated not loving him more.