Your friends leave soon, I think one of them has to go back somewhere and the other one just wants to keep walking with her. I ask the porcelain girl, his younger sister, if they're still together. She just tells me that it's complicated. I look over at you and realize that we're pretty complicated too. We wouldn't be though, if I hadn't screwed everything up. 

You seem happy though, like maybe I hadn't meant as much to you as I thought I did. But I don't really want to know the answer to that. 

The nights winding down, and your friend comes back from walking his girl to wherever he walked her to. I can tell that he's really protective over you, you guys must be really close. I wonder if you're as close to him as we were? Will we ever be that close again? 

Your friend starts saying that you should head up to bed. I know I should too, but I really don't want to let you go, not when I just got you back. But I should know by now that you're not really mine to have. So we all say goodbye, and it's bittersweet, knowing that I'll see you again tomorrow probably. Probably because theres 20,000 people at the conference and the chance of running into is 1 in that number. 

We don't hug or anything, even though it's killing me not to. I get on my elevator and you get on yours, and the doors close and we're back to how it was before. 

I promise never to shut you out like those elevator doors shut between us. 

Never again.

I'm sorry.