You think it's his kindness that makes it so cruel. You think it's those moments when you are the apple of his eye, when you are everything that are the worst. Those are the moments you feel full. The moments where you are the only thing that exists and those topaz eyes seem to fill the hole inside you, the hole shaped like him. It's always like this, him giving out affection and you never being quite strong enough to resist.
It's not his intention to hurt you. Everything he says; everything he does is because it's what he believes. He means it when he says that you are important. He means it when he says you're too good to disappear here. He means it when he says he trusts you. Those smiles he directs just at you he means to, those moments when he can tell just how a day has been by the rhythm of your breath, their all his intention. They're all meant to be viewed by you but, you remind yourself they don't belong to you.
He belongs to her. He belongs to her jewel like eyes, golden tresses and rose petal lips. She is the more that you could never accomplish. She is the just right to your not enough or too much. She is always pretty enough, talented enough, smart enough. She is carved diamond all precious, all perfect, worth more than many could give. You're too cute, too weird, too nice. You're not talented enough, not smart enough, not confident enough. You're made from stone, made to last, made to be used and abused- not hoarded. You were made to carry the burden, not be the burden.
So, it's in those moments where his topaz eyes flicker like candlelight, in those moments where he gives the lopsided smile that seems to burn the oxygen from the air, in those moments when you hold all the warmth and fire he has, that it feels most cruel. That you feel like maybe that smile can be yours, that fire can be for you.
Then it ends. Then time ticks on. Then you remember what you had forgotten when you'd been surrounded by him. You remember that he is unobtainable. That no one ever picks stone when a diamond is waiting for him to pick her.
