Nearly two years after making her choice and betting her heart all-in to Chuck, soon-to-be Blair Bass receives a letter in the mail that brings the emotions of that evening back to the surface in full force. The contents of the letter are the lyrics to Ne-Yo's "Do You," except for the last couple sentences. I haven't heard this song in a while but I heard this song on my ipod on shuffle last week and immediately thought DB and I suggest checking out this song. Just trying to cope after the craptastic S5 finale, so I'm writing my first fanfic. I'm still hurting and unsure if I can recover, but at least a lot of great writing is emerging! This is currently a one-shot, but with enough reviews to motivate me, I may make this a multi-chap story, as I do have a couple ideas in mind. R&R please!

Disclaimer: Don't own GG or DB, if I did, the series would be Dair-centric and I would hire my friends and a bunch of awesome fanfic Dair writers to rule. Hopefully there are no mistakes, but if so, I own them.


Nearly two years after making her choice and betting her heart all-in to Chuck, soon-to-be Blair Bass receives a letter in the mail that brings the emotions of that evening back to the surface in full force.

After another hard day's work in her Paris office of Waldorf Designs, Blair comes home to relax with a fairly large box of macaroons and a glass of wine beside the warm bubble bath that is drawn up every evening. While in the tub, Blair began to rummage through the useless pile of mail with an eyeroll, she was piqued with intrigue by an ivory white envelope addressed to her, sprawled in nearly unreadable writing, with no return address. Raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, she thought for what felt like an eternity whether it could really be from him with all of his anger and hurt and whether or not she actually cared enough to read it. Losing the inner struggle, she finally relented and opened the envelope with mock haste. With bated breath, Blair began to read the letter which confirmed her suspicion that it was written by a certain brunette with muppet hair and chocolate orbs that had a certain knack with the written word.

Blair,

Maybe this decision was a mistake

You probably don't care what I have to say

But it's been heavy on my mind for months now

Guess I'm trying to clear some mental space

I would love to talk to you in person

But I understand why that can't be

I'll leave you alone for good I promise

If you answer this one question for me…

I just wonder

Do you ever

Think of me anymore

Do you?

First off, let me say congratulations

Heard that you just had a baby girl

If she looks anything like her mother

She's the prettiest thing in the world

I swear that I'm not tryin' to start no trouble

Tell your fiancé, he can relax

I'll leave you alone for good I promise,

But there's a question I just got to ask

I just wonder

Do you ever

Think of me anymore

Do you?

I know what we have is dead and gone

Too many times I made you cry

And I don't mean to interrupt your life

I just wonder do I ever cross your mind?

I just wonder

Do you ever

Think of me anymore

Do you?

I just wonder

Do you ever

Think of me anymore

Do you?

If truth be told Blair, I think of you every day and wish things were different … but they aren't and I'm sorry for that. I've let go of the hurt I felt long ago and I am genuinely happy for you.

Cabbage Patch

After reading the most heartfelt letter, which she had not anticipated from Humphrey, as their last exchange was extremely bitter, tears poured down faster than a landslide. If she were being honest, really honest with herself, there was never a day since she made her choice that she did not think of Dan. There was even a part of her, okay, a big part of her that wished she was engaged to him and that he was the father of her baby girl. Like Dan wrote though, as much as they both wished things were different… they clearly aren't. She made her bed nearly two years ago and now she must lie in it.

After checking on her baby girl, she lay on the bed next to Chuck, her fiancé, but Blair's only thoughts were of the writer back in Brooklyn.

If only Dan knew how I really felt about him… He asked me a simple question in his letter and that was if I ever thought about him. My answer, as simple as it is, holds the most truth than any long-winded soliloquy I could ever come up with.

Yes…