onceuponatime,
a boy met a girl.
they were destined to be together from the moment their eyes met.
it had to be.
it was written in the stars.
& he thought she was perfect.
he thought she was beautiful.
he thought she was talented.
he thought she was special.
but he didn't love her.
he tried & he tried. it didn't make any sense. she was so lovable.
& she always listened to him.
she always had a shoulder for him to cry on.
she always cared about him.
she always acted cheerful and always tried to make him smile.
but she couldn't.
not really.
not on the inside.
each night, he lies in bed with her. wraps his arms around her. closes his eyes.
and pretends she's someone else.
someone bitter.
someone cold.
someone vicious, mean, and difficult.
someone misunderstood and terrifying.
and she would lean her head on his shoulder, sigh softly,
and pretend she didn't know that his heart belonged to someone else.
because sometimes second-best is as good as you can get.