I didn't mean to fall in love with her. It just… happened. I love the way her blonde hair fanned out, ever so slightly as she turned her head. I love the way her eyes lit up and seemed to sparkle as she saw him. I love the way her body leaned into him when she kissed him. I love the way she felt in my arms when I hugged her. I love the way her breasts bounced when she, Chase, Micheal, and I play basketball. I love the way she talks to me. I love the way she stands up to me. I love the way she smiles when she gets a gift from him. I love the way she cries when she sees a sad movie. But most of all, I loved the sound of her laugh; it was music to my ears.

Yet, she doesn't belong to me, she belonged to him. Her eyes lit up and sparkled when she saw him. She leaned in to kiss him.

Everyday I watched her sit down next to him.

I wish I'd told her how I felt long ago. Then maybe it would be me that got to carry her books and walk her to class. Maybe it would be me that she adored. Maybe it would have been me that drove her to the beach every Sunday. Maybe. But now I'll never know, because she loves my best friend.

She turns to me and asks me if I'd look after Dustin while she and him go to the beach today. I agree, not because I want her to go away, because I want her to be happy and he makes her happy.

I have a problem, I know. You don't have to tell me I'm messed up, I already know.

Year, after year, after year, I watch them together. We're no longer in school, but we're at my mansion. Today I watched him propose to her. She smiled so big, I didn't know it was possible. She said yes of course. She kissed his cheeks and hugged him.

"It's huge!!" she exclaimed as she fingered the diamond. I could get her a bigger one. I could giver her more love. I would and could do anything for her. I would let her date other guys if she wanted to, I would let her bare other men's children, I would let her clean out my bank account, I would do anything to marry her and call her my own.

So now I stand and stare at her as she walks down the aisle, clutching her father's arm. She looks gorgeous, her white dress flowed to the floor and hugged her every curve just right.

She smiles at me for a second, only a moment, but it made me feel good inside. It made me feel like she could love me, if only for a moment. I ached to hold her in my arms, but that wasn't my job, it was his. He would hold her forever, she would bare his children.

Now here we are, I'm 38 and she's lying in a hospital bed holding her fifth child, a little girl. Her 17 year old son, Marin, had his arm around her 16 year old daughter Lisa, her six year old daughter stood right in front of her sister, and Lisa was holding their newly made second youngest, William, who was one year old.

"Wanna hold him Logan?" Zoey Mathews asked me.

"Sure," I whispered as she handed me the baby girl. The baby looked up at me. She was beautiful, she would look just like Zoey when she grew up. A beautiful daughter for a beautiful mother. I sighed as I looked at the infant, Zoey would never break apart her family for me. I just had to live with the fact that sometimes, the hot ones don't always get the girls, and i also learned that true Love does exsist because I had experianced it with Zoey. They say everyone has two soulmates, one of mine is gone, now I have to find the other.

A/n I was reading someone's fanfiction and thought of this, hope you like it. Reveiw please!!