It wasn't fair that the rest of the world could be happy, but I can't.
His green eyes were lit up with the help of his brilliant smile.
"I'm so excited! Emma y yo will be married today!" His eyes shone even brighter as if to prove that they didn't need his smile to make them shine as they did just fine at it themselves.
"Lovi, why are you crying?" Antonio asked me; when had I started to cry?
"I-I'm happy for you." It seemed to be the right thing to say as his smile grew even bigger.
Why did he have to be so cheerful, so kind, and so insistent on using that horrid nickname that only sounded perfect when he said it?
Why did he have to make me fall in love with him?
He had found someone perfect for him; she sparked cheerfulness everywhere she went just like he did.
She wasn't a gay, irritable boy that caused pain to everyone he cared about that couldn't even find the words to tell them that he cared.
She's beautiful, and I'm not; he deserves someone as perfect as he is, and he has managed to find that person.
"Gracias, Lovi." His arms wrapped tightly around me in a sudden and unexpected hug; why the fuck does he have this power over me?
"Let go. You need to get ready." I grumbled though I wanted him to hold on long enough for him to forget about Emma, and his upcoming wedding with her.
He pulled back with that adorable pout that I hated staining his lips as it always managed to make me cave to whatever he wanted.
I started to tie his tie right since the idiot couldn't even do it himself.
Why did he have to choose me as his best man when I'd rather miss this wedding?
It was harder than I'd thought it would be to let go of my grip on him since he was getting married.
I wanted him to hold me, and convince me that I'm everything that he always wanted when I know that it's not true.
They married with out a hitch, and my feelings for the groom managed to remain hidden.
They had three, perfect children that seemed to radiate their parents' warmth.
Everytime that they called me Uncle, I wanted to correct them; I was not related to them, and I'm in love with their father.
Things didn't get easier in the passing of time, and my feelings didn't go away.
It killed me inside when Antonio's wife died, leaving him heartbroken.
Still I kept my lips sealed when I was tempted to confess.
The younger outlives the older, so it came as no surprise that I outlived Antonio.
The only time that I could tell him how I felt was at his gravestone away from the rest of the world.
This was the way that it had always been supposed to happen; I was never intended to be loved back.