Raj sighed. He was incredibly depressed, and he didn't know why. The tears fell onto the sidewalk as he sat on a bench.
"Hey, Raj. What's the matter?" a familiar voice asked. Raj looked up into the eyes of Howard Wolowitz, the man he wanted to be with more than anything in the world.
"You'll think it's stupid," Raj sighed, finally figured out what was hurting him so. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he spoke. His pain and depression was caused by Bernadette, the squeaky-voiced man-stealer. He wanted to punch something.
"Come on, Raj! I listened to your drug-fueled rant about being the Rabbit King, and I pay full attention to your ruminations on small details in comic books. Nothing you say is stupid," Howard said reassuringly, sitting next to Raj.
"OK, you win. I'll tell you. Howard, I want you to be mine. I've never been surer of anything, ever," Raj said, sobbing a little.
"But, buddy, why are you
oh. I understand. Bernadette, right?" Howard asked. His heart melted as Raj gave a tearful nod.
I hate her. You and I had something special before she came into the picture," Raj said, sounding angry and sad at the same time.
"Oh, Raj. We always will have that special something. Just
not as strong. I'll let you in on a little secret: Bernadette and I aren't getting along as well as we thought we would. If something goes wrong, I promise you'll be the first one I run to," Howard whispered.
Raj's expression brightened at that. "At least there's that chance," he said.
"There's always a chance, when there are these feelings," Howard whispered, putting an arm around Raj's shoulders.
As Raj sat there, feeling Howard's comforting touch, the tears finally stopped flowing.