just our hands clasped so tight...

He walks over and sits down on a bench. He stares off, lost in thought. And then, from out of nowhere, there's her voice.

S: Hey.

She sits like an apparition on a neighboring bench. She may have just sat down, she may have been there for hours. He isn't sure if she's real. He doesn't quite know what to do.

S: Where you coming from?

T: What? Oh. Nowhere. How long have you been sitting there?

S: Awhile.

He finds it hard to look at her.

S: I come here alot. I always loved this place, ever since you brought me here.

The mention of their past makes the atmosphere odd. She walks over to sit next to him.

T: So...I should probably say congratulations.

S: Only if you mean it.

T: Ah, well...in that case...

S: I understand.

She laughs a little.

S: So are you okie?

T: I will be...eventually.


S: I like your suit.

T: Thanks.

S: You look sharp.

T: So do you.

S: Thanks.

T: I quit the office.

S: Really? That's great!


T: So...you're married.

S: Pretty crazy, huh?

T: You should have told me...

S: I know.

T: ...when we were dancing...

S: He hadn't asked me yet.

T: But he was in your life.


T: So why'd you dance with me?

S: Because I wanted to.

T: You just do what you want, don't you...

She looks down, smiling a little.

T: You never wanted to be anyone's girlfriend, and now you're somebody's wife.

S: Surprised me too.

T: I don't think I'll ever understand that. It doesn't make sense.

S: It just happened.

T: That's what I don't understand. What happened?

S: I woke up and I knew.

T: Knew what?

S: What I was never sure of with you.

He looks away.


T: You know what sucks? Realizing that everything you believe in is complete bullshit.

S: What is?

T: Destiny, soulmates, true love. All that stuff. It's nothing more than silly childhood fairy tale nonsense, isn't it? It sucks...

S: Tom, don't go.

T: I should have listened to you, Summer. You were right all along.

S: I was right?

She begins to laugh.


T: What are you laughing at?

She can't stop laughing.
He tries not to laugh himself.

S: One day I'm reading a book at the corner deli and this guy sits down and starts asking about it. Now he's my husband.
What would have happened if I went to the movies instead? If I went somewhere else for lunch? If I showed up to eat ten minutes later? Tom, it was meant to be, just like you said. And as it was happening, I knew it. I could feel it, sure as the sun. And I kept thinking to myself, Tom was right. You were right about all of it.
...It just wasn't me you were right about.

She takes his hand.


S: I should go. But I'm really happy to see that you are doing well.

She touches his face lightly.

T: I really do hope you are happy.

S: I know.
...See you later.

She smiles and walks away.