Lesson Learned
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or any of the characters…blah, blah, blah.
One thought is going through my mind as I see you and that is how handsome you look in your tuxedo Tim.
I never imaged this day would actually come.
I still remembered when you walked into my lab and asked me out to lunch.
I remember how I broke your heart when I told you we couldn't be together anymore.
But, we still remained friends.
We turned to each other when we were hurting.
We became jealous when one of us would be flirting with someone else.
I hear the music playing.
I see you stand tall and proud next to Tony, your best man.
After all that has happened, all the ups and downs, it was inevitable.
The flower girl makes her way down the aisle, along with the ring bearer.
It is a happy occasion to everyone here and to me as well. But inside, I am trying not to let the tears fall.
Because, it is not me you are marrying Tim.
You asked out Foster-Yates days after she helped solve our case.
The first date didn't bother me.
I felt a slight pang when you two have been dating for a month.
More months went by and I began to notice big changes in you.
You always had a smile on your face; you didn't let Tony's jokes or name-calling bother you and you started to spend less time with me.
I could have said something, I could have told you how I feel about you, but when you told us you were getting married, I couldn't.
You finally found someone that could give you everything you need in a relationship.
I know you don't feel the same way I feel about you because if you did, you would be with me and not Jules.
I see the exchangement of vows.
The placing of the rings.
Then…the kiss.
If only I said something earlier, if only I acted sooner, if only I didn't doubt our relationship in the beginning.
I learned a lesson today, one that I will carry until the end of my days.
Nothing hurts more than seeing the one you love loving another.
FIN
Author's Note: Do you like it? Do you hate it? Let me know. I always welcome reviews, but I don't welcome flames. Starting from now on, I don't plan to put a disclaimer at the start of my stories. Everyone here knows nobody owns nothing but their OCs. I'm sorry that my story is so short.