Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy, Mark, Addison and all the other characters aren't mine. But I'm using them anyway.hehe.

"I never loved you, Mark!" spat Addison, slapping Mark's cheek with all the strength she had.

Mark, looking pained, put a hand on his red and sore cheek. He looked away from her, finding her glare to be full of anger and pain. He chanced a glance at her blue eyes, finding nothing but icy anger and disgust. It pierced his heart.

"Did you hear me?" she demanded heatedly. She began to push him away and felt frustrated he didn't push back. He didn't, simply because he couldn't fight back. .

"I'm sorry," he croaked while blinking some tears away. He didn't mean to be emotional but he couldn't help it. He had to regain stability in his voice before saying, "I'm sorry for ever thinking you did."

"Good." A satisfied and evil smile spread on her lips, making Mark cringe.

Mark sat up on his bed, panting and thinking about the terrible dream. It was one he wished would never come true. True, he'd been having dreams like that every night for a month now, but each was more horrible than the last. He put a hand on his cheek, just like in his dream and felt some tears. He wiped them away, and decided to go for a run to clear his head.

He chose the path next to the beach and basked in the sun's light. He'd been jogging every morning for the past 2 ½ months, believing that more physical strain means less emotional pain. Back in New York, it was a strategy he used except on a treadmill in the gym.

Wiping beads of sweat from his forehead, he looked to his left and noticed a group of bikini-clad models eyeing him like he was candy. Normally, he'd flirt with them but ever since he got to L.A, he didn't feel like it anymore. He smiled politely at them and looked away. Sure, they may be prettier than Addison, but no one would ever replace her in his heart.

Amazing. Mark Sloan just politely smiled at tan, long-legged models in very small pieces of clothing.

He breathed in the salty ocean air. He thought about how different it was from the cold, moist air of Seattle and had to admit that he did miss it. Shaking his head lightly, he tried to make himself forget all about Seattle. Especially Addison. Why? Because all of a sudden, he wished he hadn't moved away—even if she wouldn't be his, at least he could just look at her and remember the short and simple time she was. However short it was, that was the only time he ever felt complete, like everything was in its right place.

All of a sudden, L.A didn't seem as good as he first thought; any place without her would always feel empty. His whole life in his new home stretched before him and he felt lonely and isolated. He missed Derek, Meredith, Bailey and Seattle. But most of all, he missed Addie.

And now, all he could ever think about how was stupid he was, in promising that he'd try to move on. Because nobody could ever just let go of the person they're in love with. Much less, your true love.

I've tried to make you love me,

Because we're so perfect for each other, aren't we?

I kissed you with all the love I held,

But your lips stayed ice cold.

You never realized why

I did everything just to see you smile.

I tried to show you how special you are to me.

But I guess, you didn't feel the same way.

And maybe, you never will.

So here I am,

Still waiting for your heart to love me back.

Okay, I know it's shorter but I wanted to make this it. I think the next is gonna be longer. If you want it to be. Not meaning to be a privacy intruder, but can someone tell me how a kiss feels like so I can write it better? With someone you really really love. Thanks for the help! Oh and R&R!!! Right, I need 5 reviews. See? That's not much. Doesn't kill to click that button down there and review either.