I love Mark/Maureen to death, so this is Maureen's thoughts on him. I do not own either of them, but how cool would that be?!

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I did love him, despite what others might have thought. My Mark. I loved everything about him, his smile, his shyness. I loved how he would open up sometimes, and you would get a peek at who he his. But then he would remember himself and close back up again. I couldn't read him like I could other people. He was always a mystery to me. Other people thought about how I looked. I know he thought about that too, but when he looked at me, he looked at me, not my chest. He seemed to look right through to my soul, and it made me feel vulnerable, and I didn't like that. That's why I cheated on him. I needed the control, to be empowered. I wanted him to get mad at me, so we could scream and yell, and I could conquer him. But he never did. When I came home at night smelling like cologne, he wouldn't do that. He would just look at me with those sad eyes, and beg me to be careful. He told me that he loved me, but I was never sure. I loved him, I was besotted, and it scared me. I was used to flings, to waking up in bed with someone and not remembering how I got there. But what he gave ma was so much more. He made me whole again, and I didn't want to be. I knew I was breaking his heart, but I had to so mine would remain intact. Ha. My heart was never intact. It shattered a long time ago, and I planned for it to stay that way. But he healed me. He made me better.

When I met Joanne, she was my escape. And it felt so right when I was with her. April was dead, Roger struggling to abandon heroin, and Mark was trying desperately not to lose him. I didn't think that he noticed when I was gone. When I left him, I thought I was starting again. Was I wrong. Even when I was with Joanne, he never left my thoughts. When I closed my eyes, his stared at me from behind my lids. He haunted my dreams. So I tried to pull that cliché let's-be-friends thing. Of course he fell for it. I told myself that it would be enough, but of course it wasn't. I would sit on the couch wrapped in Joanne's warm embrace and long to be in his. I wanted him to be mine, but he had moved on. And I would never get him again.

So? thoughts? Review please! PLEASE. You have no idea how much joy even one review gives me. Even if you think it's crap, tell me.