No. Something happens that reminds him just how much he loves Elizabeth

Then, one Tuesday morning, as I got up to go to my first class, I groggily noticed that something was very odd in my dorm: There was nobody in the hallway. No talking coming from the rooms. Sure, it was early, but it wasn’t that early. I’d been going to college for a good while now and I had never found the hallway abandoned in the morning. Curious, I peeked inside an open dorm room and saw what was on TV:

Smoke rising out of the World Trade Center.

I know I don’t need to recount the events of that day for anyone, but I have to at least mention it because the moment I saw that image of the towers, the very first thing I did was race back to my room and phone Elizabeth. I don’t know what came over me, it just seemed like the natural thing to do. I had to hear her voice.

We hadn’t spoken in months, and then only very courteously because our mutual friends were around. When I heard Elizabeth answer that phone, my heart skipped a beat.

“Ian?”

“I’m still in love with you,” I blurted out. “I thought I wasn’t, but I am. I never stopped. I don’t think I ever will. You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want to. I just—I needed to tell you.”

There was a long, awful pause on the line as my words sunk in. Then:

“I love you, too.”