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"I'm here because I love you." She looked stunned and tired.
"What does that mean, Jo?" He was beginning to raise his voice, and he had sat up in
his chair. "Tell me what that means to you when you say you love me."
To her horror, the voice in her head had gone silent. "It means that you're wonderful and
sweet and loving and smart and funny. It means that when I'm not with you, I miss you.
It means that the whole time I was in California, all I could think about was how sad I
was not to be with you." She wasn't sure if it was enough. "What is it supposed to
mean?"
"Do you know how much I love you, Joey?" He stood up and started to pace the floor.
"The day you left for California, I sat on the dock and I drank and I cried like an idiot
because I knew your plane was taking off and I knew there was nothing I could do about
it. I could see myself -- I could actually, in my mind, see myself -- running down to the
gate, maybe knocking over a few security guys, maybe dodging to avoid one of those
golf carts that beep and carry the old people. I could see myself at the gate, and you
there with Dawson and everybody standing around. I saw myself grabbing you and
pulling you back while Dawson screamed and protested and tried to deck me. I saw us
running, me and you, holding hands like it's some bad action movie, running back down
the terminal while everybody stared and pointed and phony cops yelled at us to slow
down. I saw Dawson at the gate alone, getting on the plane, resigned to the fact that
he'd lost you for good, telling some poor stranger in seat 12C the story of his life and
why he was in 12B but 12A was empty. I saw myself bringing you home, both of us
landing on our knees inside the door and kissing like we used to kiss right at the
beginning. I'm telling you, I saw every minute of this."
She swallowed hard. "Why didn't you come get me, then?"
He stopped pacing and faced her. "Why do I have to come get you?"
"What?"
"Why do I have to come get you? Joey, you were there. You were at the airport. You
were the one who was leaving. Leaving was your choice. Going with Dawson was your
choice. You were in the airport, at the gate, on the plane, and in California because you
decided that was what you wanted to do." His voice became sharper. "It is not my job
to change your choices. I would have been happy to talk to you about them, I would
have been happy to change my own life to accommodate them, but it's not my job to
save you from yourself."
"Who said it was your job to save me from myself?"
He stared at her hard. "Did you want me to come to the airport? Did you want me to
come to the airport and stop you from going to California? Did you want me to pour out
my heart to you, tell you how much I missed you, tell you how much it was gonna kill me
if you left with him?"
"Yes!", she shouted, cutting her hands through the air in frustration.