Even twenty years later, after he'd gotten married and had kids of his own, he still missed her.

PJ, loved his wife of course. But he could never forget the romance that he'd thought was meant to be.

He lifted his youngest son, a blonde of course, on his lap.

And while his wife was In the other room, he told him about Skylar, and her ditzy personality, and how nice she was, and how beautiful… About how he had even moved to New York just to see her.

But it wasn't meant to be. But he wanted it to.