And here I am with Aria's perspective on 2x02! Review please!

~Stubborn 2x02~

If I wasn't so stubborn, I would've been back in your arms days ago. Except, I'm only guarding myself from more heartache. Guarding my heart from breaking when you finally pack up that desk on Friday. I feel like I'm a whole mix of emotions; hurt, sad, angry.

You're usually so good at figuring out what's going on with me. I know I'm not the easiest person to read, but you know me.

I can tell its killing you, you know, not being able to figure me out. That's something we've always been able to share—the fact that we know each other so well.

I had anticipated this Hollis job to be coo for us. And maybe it could be down the road, but now not so much. It's only become an obstacle in repairing us.

You asked me to come over. And the Hollis meeting got in the way. You were fully aware of it. You asked me to stay, and I did. I tried. For 3 hours. 3 hours of waiting around your apartment, dog earring pages of various books, flipping through the who's who section of your Phantom of the Opera playbill.

I can't help but question if this is even all worth it.

Sorry we couldn't make this work.

I wish we could've. Your goodbye speech is nothing short of emotion provoking. I can tell you're addressing me and not really the entire class. The class can sense something is going on as well. I can feel it. Thank God that they are much to absorbed in thoughts of what their new teacher will be like to really notice.

I still in my seat, with arms stubbornly crossed across my chest. I don't want to listen. I know that you're pouring your heart out to me, Ezra. But I don't want to listen, because I know if I do, I'll lose control. I'm afraid of that.

I didn't expect to connect with you the way I have. I didn't expect to feel this loss.

You move closer, trying to gauge my attention and it works for only the briefest of moments. I cock my head to the side and make eye contact. You're eyes are pleading with me, begging me to take your words into consideration; that this is your only glimmer of hope.

You must give up the life you had planned in order to have the life that is waiting for you.

That has drawn the line for me. I feel like I'm tottering on the edge of a cliff. And I'm about to fall into the ocean which resembles the color of your eyes. I guess you can figure which way I'm leaning.

But I can't let you know that. I can't let go of my stubborn façade. The quote would mean so much more to us both, if we were completely sure I'd be waiting for you right after the chalkboard is erased and your mugs are taken off the desk. I'm not even waiting when the bell rings. I rush out of that room before I can catch your eyes, which I know are looking for me.

I spend a good 2 hours pouring out everything into my notebook. Listing the pros and cons of going back to you. Writing you letters and poems I'm never going to send. And finally, I've changed my mind. All trace of stubbornness is lost and as I run to find your empty classroom, I've lost hope. You're gone and I've lost my chance.

A ray on sunlight beams into the room, and I find you, packing up your car. Maybe this is fate's way of pushing us together. They always say there's light at the end of the tunnel.

I come charging out of the school doors, to see you putting the last of your boxes in your trunk. It's my last shot. You're name escapes my lips and you turn to gather me up in your arms. The boxes are forgotten, and so is the fact that we're in the high school's parking lot.

All that matters is that this kiss is real and we're us again. Just Aria and Ezra, the way it supposed to be.