He sat there with her letter in his hand thinking over every moment they had spent together. The night she came to him and confessed her प्यार still etched in his mind. The tenderness with which she cleaned his wounds and the passion that filled many of the अगला hours of that दिन was over.
THe relationship was over, "but not in his heart.” He had told her that he believed in shooting something in the head to put it to rest. She had broken it off so abruptly but in reality it was twenty-five years of love, tolerance and faith. Maybe old wounds really had not healed and maybe she really did remember all the things he had done. They both had approached the relationship waiting on something to go wrong. Still, "how did it get to this place?"
He had made mistakes but nothing he could really believe that would have brought her to the conclusion to end this and nothing could ever have predicted he would spiral so far out of control.
There was a knock at the door, and as he sat there trying to make sense out of this still he was beginning to know that this was always going to hurt. He folded the letter and put it down in the chair.
House, “Open the door”; I want to talk to you.
It was Wilson and as he limped to the door he opened it and they both stood there for a moment. Wilson saw the tears and redness that filled his old friend’s eyes.
House turned and as Wilson followed House began to speak. I am sorry about your wrist. I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt. I saw her with her hand on another man’s shoulder and everything went black. She wanted to हटाइए on and all I wanted was another chance. I………………… and he just broke down.
House, “Come back to work.” We will just go from here. We are not फ्रेंड्स bu tyou are a good doctor and we need आप at the hospital. आप will have to drug tests weekly and maybe we can get आप some counseling.
I have thought about it House, and we were pushing आप and trying to make आप accept something आप just weren’t ready to accept. I just didn’t want आप to destroy yourself but आप were not ready to deal with things and we tried to force you. From now on your life is yours to live, to destroy, या to make it work.
“Wilson आप asked me one time if she was a vicodin substitute.” I put Cuddy in many roles. She was my mother, my employer, my addiction. What she wanted was to be my partner.
I take it the letter she wrote provoked a lot of thought. Why don’t आप write her a letter House? I don’t know if it will help but maybe it will get all your feelings out on the table.
“She doesn’t want to hear anything I have to say Wilson and I don’t blame her.”
Maybe she doesn't. Maybe the letter is just for आप to express how आप are feeling. Maybe आप will find a piece of yourself to salvage.
“House what would आप say to her if she was standing in front of you?“ "Write." Put it down on paper and maybe she will contact me and I can get it to her.
“And House,” tomorrow come back to work and let’s do some x-rays on that leg and make sure there is no infection and that it is healing and get आप back with your team. We will meet with the board and see if we can get आप back to work.
Wilson, "you know no one will want to manage me."
House, “I am the temporary in Cuddy’s place.” We will work it out. Meanwhile, write the letter.
When Wilson left House sat back down with the letter in hand Cuddy had written. He picked his own pen up and decided to try and put some feelings on paper.
Cuddy,
As I sit here and I start this letter I wonder if I ever will see आप again. I didn’t see the break-up coming but at the same time I think I always thought आप would leave me. I didn’t see what was happening to me, to you, to us. I craved you. All I thought of was the अगला time that I would hold you, touch you, feel your lips. I didn’t realize that I was treating आप as an addiction instead of the woman I loved.
I would have done anything for आप to keep you. I would have lied; I would have दिया up my career; vicodin, etc.
At that moment he put the pen down and the light bulb went off. He had substituted her as a vicodin addiction. He had approached his relationship with her just as he had his relationship with his vicodin. He would have done anything to get her; anything to keep her; anything to have that अगला high with her. He had always counted on her to give him borders in his life. He had put her in the role of his parent instead of his partner.
He would do anything but open himself up. Anything but letting her see who he was inside. He knew how to make प्यार to her but he didn't know how to "love" her.
"Why was he so afraid to let someone see who really was?" Why was that और than he could give? He had always chose to hide behind logic, drugs, sarcasm, and alcohol.
"As he picked the pen back up he tried his best to finish this and let her go."
Lisa, I have been fueled my entire life द्वारा approaching everything in a logical manner, making an assessment, searching for the cause and effect and finding a solution, "all the while keeping myself at arms length distance." Always careful not to let my दिल get too involved या never get too close.
आप were not a puzzle for me to figure out; आप were not a pill for me to take and get high but there were times I treated आप that way. I think आप felt like आप were an addiction, a parent, and a rule enforcer and not my partner.
Lisa I am so sorry that I used this relationship the way I did; and for what I did that दिन I regret so much.
I am sorry for all the times आप needed a shoulder and I wasn’t there. I wanted to be. I still don’t know how to let आप go and I guess आप already knew that and that is why आप left.
There are no words to tell आप how much I miss आप and Rachel and how much I प्यार आप both. I can’t say goodbye. Every memory of प्यार या even a good feeling I have includes you. How do I say goodbye?
I have spent months trying to answer that सवाल and I have as of yet to come to a conclusion.
Greg
He set the pen down and he just stared out into अंतरिक्ष as the memories of her washed over him in waves. There were so many regrets and thoughts of what could have been; of what should have been. He shed many tears that night as he tried to let go of the pain and remember the “beauty” of this woman.
He opened the letter and added one और line.
P.S.“You are the most incredible woman I have ever known.” आप are always going to be the most incredible woman I have ever known.
The अगला दिन House walked into what was Cuddy’s office as Wilson was sitting there. For a moment he was quiet as he stood there overwhelmed द्वारा the presence of her that he could still felt. He could remember so many encounters in this office. He stood there as the memories flashed quickly through his mind.
He approached Wilson with the letter he wrote and told him that if he saw Cuddy या could get it to her to please try.
I think I am ready to come back to work if the hospital will have me.
Wilson nodded and they headed toward “Human Resources.”
"As they walked it seemed as every step held a memory of them."
"Wilson looked over at his friend," and he put his hand on his shoulder for just a moment. Wilson could tell House was लॉस्ट and overwhelmed walking the corridors of the hospital.
"Baby steps House." "Baby steps."
THe relationship was over, "but not in his heart.” He had told her that he believed in shooting something in the head to put it to rest. She had broken it off so abruptly but in reality it was twenty-five years of love, tolerance and faith. Maybe old wounds really had not healed and maybe she really did remember all the things he had done. They both had approached the relationship waiting on something to go wrong. Still, "how did it get to this place?"
He had made mistakes but nothing he could really believe that would have brought her to the conclusion to end this and nothing could ever have predicted he would spiral so far out of control.
There was a knock at the door, and as he sat there trying to make sense out of this still he was beginning to know that this was always going to hurt. He folded the letter and put it down in the chair.
House, “Open the door”; I want to talk to you.
It was Wilson and as he limped to the door he opened it and they both stood there for a moment. Wilson saw the tears and redness that filled his old friend’s eyes.
House turned and as Wilson followed House began to speak. I am sorry about your wrist. I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt. I saw her with her hand on another man’s shoulder and everything went black. She wanted to हटाइए on and all I wanted was another chance. I………………… and he just broke down.
House, “Come back to work.” We will just go from here. We are not फ्रेंड्स bu tyou are a good doctor and we need आप at the hospital. आप will have to drug tests weekly and maybe we can get आप some counseling.
I have thought about it House, and we were pushing आप and trying to make आप accept something आप just weren’t ready to accept. I just didn’t want आप to destroy yourself but आप were not ready to deal with things and we tried to force you. From now on your life is yours to live, to destroy, या to make it work.
“Wilson आप asked me one time if she was a vicodin substitute.” I put Cuddy in many roles. She was my mother, my employer, my addiction. What she wanted was to be my partner.
I take it the letter she wrote provoked a lot of thought. Why don’t आप write her a letter House? I don’t know if it will help but maybe it will get all your feelings out on the table.
“She doesn’t want to hear anything I have to say Wilson and I don’t blame her.”
Maybe she doesn't. Maybe the letter is just for आप to express how आप are feeling. Maybe आप will find a piece of yourself to salvage.
“House what would आप say to her if she was standing in front of you?“ "Write." Put it down on paper and maybe she will contact me and I can get it to her.
“And House,” tomorrow come back to work and let’s do some x-rays on that leg and make sure there is no infection and that it is healing and get आप back with your team. We will meet with the board and see if we can get आप back to work.
Wilson, "you know no one will want to manage me."
House, “I am the temporary in Cuddy’s place.” We will work it out. Meanwhile, write the letter.
When Wilson left House sat back down with the letter in hand Cuddy had written. He picked his own pen up and decided to try and put some feelings on paper.
Cuddy,
As I sit here and I start this letter I wonder if I ever will see आप again. I didn’t see the break-up coming but at the same time I think I always thought आप would leave me. I didn’t see what was happening to me, to you, to us. I craved you. All I thought of was the अगला time that I would hold you, touch you, feel your lips. I didn’t realize that I was treating आप as an addiction instead of the woman I loved.
I would have done anything for आप to keep you. I would have lied; I would have दिया up my career; vicodin, etc.
At that moment he put the pen down and the light bulb went off. He had substituted her as a vicodin addiction. He had approached his relationship with her just as he had his relationship with his vicodin. He would have done anything to get her; anything to keep her; anything to have that अगला high with her. He had always counted on her to give him borders in his life. He had put her in the role of his parent instead of his partner.
He would do anything but open himself up. Anything but letting her see who he was inside. He knew how to make प्यार to her but he didn't know how to "love" her.
"Why was he so afraid to let someone see who really was?" Why was that और than he could give? He had always chose to hide behind logic, drugs, sarcasm, and alcohol.
"As he picked the pen back up he tried his best to finish this and let her go."
Lisa, I have been fueled my entire life द्वारा approaching everything in a logical manner, making an assessment, searching for the cause and effect and finding a solution, "all the while keeping myself at arms length distance." Always careful not to let my दिल get too involved या never get too close.
आप were not a puzzle for me to figure out; आप were not a pill for me to take and get high but there were times I treated आप that way. I think आप felt like आप were an addiction, a parent, and a rule enforcer and not my partner.
Lisa I am so sorry that I used this relationship the way I did; and for what I did that दिन I regret so much.
I am sorry for all the times आप needed a shoulder and I wasn’t there. I wanted to be. I still don’t know how to let आप go and I guess आप already knew that and that is why आप left.
There are no words to tell आप how much I miss आप and Rachel and how much I प्यार आप both. I can’t say goodbye. Every memory of प्यार या even a good feeling I have includes you. How do I say goodbye?
I have spent months trying to answer that सवाल and I have as of yet to come to a conclusion.
Greg
He set the pen down and he just stared out into अंतरिक्ष as the memories of her washed over him in waves. There were so many regrets and thoughts of what could have been; of what should have been. He shed many tears that night as he tried to let go of the pain and remember the “beauty” of this woman.
He opened the letter and added one और line.
P.S.“You are the most incredible woman I have ever known.” आप are always going to be the most incredible woman I have ever known.
The अगला दिन House walked into what was Cuddy’s office as Wilson was sitting there. For a moment he was quiet as he stood there overwhelmed द्वारा the presence of her that he could still felt. He could remember so many encounters in this office. He stood there as the memories flashed quickly through his mind.
He approached Wilson with the letter he wrote and told him that if he saw Cuddy या could get it to her to please try.
I think I am ready to come back to work if the hospital will have me.
Wilson nodded and they headed toward “Human Resources.”
"As they walked it seemed as every step held a memory of them."
"Wilson looked over at his friend," and he put his hand on his shoulder for just a moment. Wilson could tell House was लॉस्ट and overwhelmed walking the corridors of the hospital.
"Baby steps House." "Baby steps."