Alias2001

Sydney:
I know that you're thinking about coming back, to the agency, on the off chance that your hesitation is out of some courtesy to me... You can forget about it. I mean, I can handle you being there, so don't worry about me.

Michael Vaughn:
The other day you said that I gave up on us because I didn't have faith, that somehow you didn't mean enough to me.

Sydney:
When I said that I was...

Michael Vaughn:
No, let me finish. After you died, I used to talk to you, like you were still around. Literally. Out loud whole conversations about... About nothing. The weather... Should I get a new car? Should I have another drink? And one day, you started answering. I mean I could hear you in my head like you were right next to me, Sydney. And although rationally I knew I was a guy who stayed up nights drinking, talking to his dead girlfriend, still I couldn't stop. So, before you tell me you can handle my coming back to the CIA, there are two things you need to know. First... is that I was so in love with you... it nearly killed me. And second... that I don't regret moving on with my life.