Justins POV I have no idea what I'm doing here. The past 48 hours are such a blur. I remember packing at the apartment and getting to an airport. But the plane ride and how I got here are all so blurred together. So here I am standing on the front porch of what was suppose to be my house. My life. I spotted Lindsey, Mel, Deb and Ted head to the backyard. Quietly, I turn the knob and let myself in. Kevin is getting ready in the study and I notice Emmett immediately helping. I turn and hurry up the stairs, taking two at a time, hoping no one notices me. I still know the layout of this house. Brian's probably in the master bedroom. Again, as quietly as I can I open the door and close it. He's to fascinated by fixing his tux that he never notices me. Taking a step forward, the floor creeks and grabs his attention. Brian's POV My head snaps up at the noise intrusion and that's when I see him. Blue jeans, sneakers, black peacoat, blue eyes and blonde hair. "Umm, I...I..." He stutters. Finding my voice, I allow myself to speak. "Justin." "Hi." "I didn't think you were going to come." I truly didn't think he would. He just looks and scratches behind his ear. I can tell he's nervous. He only does that if he's nervous. "What?" "I just...I'm a horrible person." He stops for a second. "Things were just so complicated. That's no excuse. Because I should have tried harder I guess. I should have treated you better." "What are you talking about?" He's not making any sense. Taking a step forward he looks me straight in the eye. "I've changed. I'm not that stupid 22 year old that left you for the bright lights of the city. I'm not. I've grown up." "I know you have." "I still love you." I sigh knowing that he did. "I know." "I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I left you. I'm sorry I didn't try harder." "I know." It's the only thing I can say. "But that's the thing Brian. I think if you really believed I was different, that I love you... you wouldn't be marrying someone today, unless that someone were me. I've gotta believe that." A lonely tear streams down his face. "I'm sorry. We've both moved on, made choices. I chose Kevin. He makes me happy. I'm so sorry." More tears ensue and all I want to do is take him into my arms, but I can't. "Please don't cry." He looks up from the carpet. "I'm just crying because I'm happy for you. I'm so happy that you're happy." With that he's out the door. I knew this was going to be one of the hardest things I've probably ever had to do. I love Justin. I have always loved Justin and I always will. But I can't bring myself to be with him. I've realized that for me life has moved on, or atleast I'm trying to. Years later I'll realize that love is love and you can't change that. No matter how much you try....