A/N: This was inspired by the song "Comfortable" by John Mayer. Hence the name. It's just a short fic, but it came to me all of a sudden and wanted to be told. Hope you like it, *Kaitlyn*
Dear Lilith,
I went on a date tonight. With a beautiful woman. She was amazing-in fact, she was perfect for me. But all I thought about was you.
Niles set me up with her. He thought she'd be perfect for me. And, as I said before, she was.
She was a psychiatrist. The entire evening, it felt like she was psychoanalysing me. Which reminded me of *our* first date. But she didn't point out all my flaws in the cute way you did. You were adorable, she was sort of annoying.
She said she enjoyed classical music, but in all honesty, it didn't seem like she could tell Bach from Brahms. You always loved Brahms, yet hated Bach.
When we were eating, she didn't continuously glance up at me in your seductive way. Instead, she just watched me-looking interested, which was annoying.
She and I kissed once, but it had none of the passion *our* kisses did. I loved those kisses. I miss them. *They* were perfect.
What the hell is the matter with me? Why can't I just be happy with another woman? Why are you always in my mind? Why does everything remind me of you? God Lilith, I'm sick of it.
The thing is, whenever you've come to Seattle, you've showed well, similar feelings. But, what I don't understand is why we've never actually gone through with anything.
Is it because we're afraid? Hell, I know I am, but I don't think that that should stop anything. IF that's what we really want. Can't we try? Please. I love you.
I'm still unsure about what happened to us all those years ago. I just wish we could put that behind us and try again.
Love,
Frasier
I knew I'd never send it. No. I didnt' want to put her through that.
I loved her, and I knew she loved me too, but I also knew that she wouldn't be able to handle "us." And if I suggested it, it would be just too painful for the both of us.
So, I put the letter in my nightstand drawer, with the countless others I wrote to her over the years, and I turned out the light.
Dear Lilith,
I went on a date tonight. With a beautiful woman. She was amazing-in fact, she was perfect for me. But all I thought about was you.
Niles set me up with her. He thought she'd be perfect for me. And, as I said before, she was.
She was a psychiatrist. The entire evening, it felt like she was psychoanalysing me. Which reminded me of *our* first date. But she didn't point out all my flaws in the cute way you did. You were adorable, she was sort of annoying.
She said she enjoyed classical music, but in all honesty, it didn't seem like she could tell Bach from Brahms. You always loved Brahms, yet hated Bach.
When we were eating, she didn't continuously glance up at me in your seductive way. Instead, she just watched me-looking interested, which was annoying.
She and I kissed once, but it had none of the passion *our* kisses did. I loved those kisses. I miss them. *They* were perfect.
What the hell is the matter with me? Why can't I just be happy with another woman? Why are you always in my mind? Why does everything remind me of you? God Lilith, I'm sick of it.
The thing is, whenever you've come to Seattle, you've showed well, similar feelings. But, what I don't understand is why we've never actually gone through with anything.
Is it because we're afraid? Hell, I know I am, but I don't think that that should stop anything. IF that's what we really want. Can't we try? Please. I love you.
I'm still unsure about what happened to us all those years ago. I just wish we could put that behind us and try again.
Love,
Frasier
I knew I'd never send it. No. I didnt' want to put her through that.
I loved her, and I knew she loved me too, but I also knew that she wouldn't be able to handle "us." And if I suggested it, it would be just too painful for the both of us.
So, I put the letter in my nightstand drawer, with the countless others I wrote to her over the years, and I turned out the light.