If Only You Could See Me…
I used to wonder why you seemed to not see me; you would look but not see.
Now when I think about it I know why.
After all, I was just Victoire's little sister.
And who could look past her?
She was the pretty one.
She could make everyone smile just by looking at them.
What was I?
Nothing compared to her.
Nothing at all.
She could have everything she wanted.
She had everything she wanted.
She had you.
You always came to me for advice.
I was your friend.
That was it; just a friend.
You came to my doorstep at one in the morning after Victoire yelled at you and said she didn't want to see you.
You asked me what to do.
But could I?
Could I tell you what I wanted you to do?
No.
I told you to go back to her.
Give her flowers.
Chocolate.
Hugs.
Kisses.
Because I was the sister.
Because I loved her.
Because every time she told me how much she loved your turquoise hair, I agreed too.
Because every day she told me how fantastic you were, I agreed too.
Because when she told me she loved you, I didn't tell her I did too…
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