I'm always trailing two steps behind him
It doesn't matter anyway; no one bothers to listen for my footsteps.
My dull dirty blonde locks
Are transparent beside his shock of rich chocolate brown
When they look at me
I know it's not actually me they wish they were talking to
A diminutive individual
Made even smaller for lack of personality
Lack of spirit
Lack of life.
Until He found me
Lifeless and unimportant and invisible next to him
But He didn't see me for what I could be
Or for what I never was.
The icy cold navy blue water of which I'd been treading
Suddenly seemed less suffocating
The crashing, stinging waves enveloping me suddenly less overwhelming
A soul liberated and appreciated
It's amazing how well love floats.
His warm, comfortable, fiery personality
Matched my cold, awkward, icy sentiments
Stride
For
Stride.
The purpose of my existence finally dug out of Fate's community sandbox
The sole reason I've been cluttering these worlds
With my dreadful lack of personality
Lack of spirit
Lack of life.
Salvation was found in the one who was more my other half
Than he ever was.
I can breathe
Above these waters.
But one thing I've learned from being the
Odd
One
Out
Is that
Nothing good lasts forever.
My lifeline pops
I watch it sink beneath the choppy surface of my personal whirlpool
My despair tangible between the mouthfuls of poisonous, burning water
Building its fortress in my lungs
As Fate favors him one last time.