The game ended in a shutout. As I gathered my things and began to walk home, I started to contemplate the way Tyler and I ended. Could I have just gone to Boston with him? Should I have? Was the success I had as a journalist really worth it? While I walked through the garden to the exit in a daze of course I dropped all my papers and notebooks. I was so clumsy. As I bent down to pick up all my things, a person appeared out of the locker room door. It was Tyler of course. "Let me help you with that." he said, I was blinded by his devastatingly good looks, he was dressed in a simple white dress shirt and black pants. "Thanks" I said, I began to walk away. "Brooke," he said, I paused I knew what was coming. "We both know we cant go around here pretending like nothing happened between us." he said blankly. "What happened?" I said still facing the opposite direction."We broke up," I said turning around."You wanted things I couldnt give you and we broke up." He looked distressed. "We both know thats not true." he said, "I wanted you to come with me, all I wanted was you." he explained. I looked into his big puppy eyes. I didnt know what to say, a long awkward silence passed. "Look," he said "I know what happened wasn't ideal, but for the sake of both our jobs lets just keep this professional." Something inside me sank. "Alright then" I managed to mouth. As I turned and walked away I felt hot tears forming in my eyes. Deep down inside I must have thought something might happen between us. Somewhere I must have felt something. I had to face it, no matter how long I tried to mask my emotions, I still loved him and I always had. I walked home,showered, and slipped into my pajamas which consisted of a black tank top and some soffee shorts. I sat down on my couch and turned on the game highlights. I let out a big breath before picking up a pillow, smashing my face into it and screaming my heart out. Why couldnt something go right? I went into my closet and pulled out a picture of Tyler and I when we graduated high school. It was the only picture I had left of the both of us. I set the picture on my nightstand and got into my bed. I laid back with my arms behind my head and thought about the life Tyler and I could have had together. I wondered if he was thinking about me, I doubted it. I pulled out my laptop and began working on an article about the game. I danced around ideas that I could use to write about. I would have loved to submit an entire article about how amazing Tyler looked in his uniform but if I did that I would most likely get fired. I closed my laptop, and sunk into my bed. I wondered if todays expierience would result in a new dream.