It's not your fault - no, trust me, it's really not. I'm not mad; I've no right to get mad at your decision. This Francis is happy for you. Really, Arthur, it's fine. Go be with him. Dedicate those shimmering emerald eyes to him. Dedicate that jovial laughter and cutesy frown to him. Dedicate that charming accent and wonderful personality. Dedicate your soul, heart, mind, and enduring love all for him.
(the love that should have been for me.)
It's okay. It really is okay.
(the dedication and everlasting happiness that should have been us, not you and him.)
I'm not upset. It's my fault, anyway. I should have said something. You wouldn't have known unless I told you.
You wouldn't have known that I loved you unless I told you.
ya know, for someone who doesn't ship fruk, i sure am writing a lot of it.
well, this is only my second time, and it's one-sided.
but still.