Disclaimer: You can keep all the characters. I'll take the real Kristin
Kreuk any day of the week.
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I set my eyes on her once again, but as always she can't see me. Sometimes I wonder if she realizes what I feel for her, but I know she doesn't have a clue. So long, I've loved her without there ever being a hope of being with her. There she is, so graceful, full of strength and splendour. How could anyone not love her? When I peer at her from a distance, secretly viewing her private life, I don't feel guilty. She fills my heart with tenderness whenever I see her; if not for her, this world would be so bleak, so cold. And it hurts my heart when I see her cry, because tears do not become her. Once in a while, she comes home after an arduous day, goes upstairs and lays there, as if waiting for release. It is during these moments and I wish to grant her that release, to take her away from all the pain, all the loneliness.
She is too guarded to let herself cry in front of those who love her. I alone, witness her sobs, her shakes, and it kills me to sit here and not be able to rush to her, to envelop and steady her in a passionate embrace. I long to see her smile, and be the cause for that smile, but alas it shall never be. My sweet angel is leaving this town behind. To Metropolis she will go, where the lights never stop glowing, where the opportunities for such a strong spirit far surpass what Smallville can offer her. It is for the best that she leaves this life behind, as I am a painful reminder of what could have been. As the years pass, I will stop loving her, but I will never forget her, for I admire her too much.
One day, I may find someone, half the woman she is, and I'd be lucky to find her. But until that day comes, I lament the end of an era. In all likelihood, my telescope will sit here, collecting dust for years to come.
Goodbye my sweet, and good luck.
And don't worry... I'll look after your niece for you.
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I set my eyes on her once again, but as always she can't see me. Sometimes I wonder if she realizes what I feel for her, but I know she doesn't have a clue. So long, I've loved her without there ever being a hope of being with her. There she is, so graceful, full of strength and splendour. How could anyone not love her? When I peer at her from a distance, secretly viewing her private life, I don't feel guilty. She fills my heart with tenderness whenever I see her; if not for her, this world would be so bleak, so cold. And it hurts my heart when I see her cry, because tears do not become her. Once in a while, she comes home after an arduous day, goes upstairs and lays there, as if waiting for release. It is during these moments and I wish to grant her that release, to take her away from all the pain, all the loneliness.
She is too guarded to let herself cry in front of those who love her. I alone, witness her sobs, her shakes, and it kills me to sit here and not be able to rush to her, to envelop and steady her in a passionate embrace. I long to see her smile, and be the cause for that smile, but alas it shall never be. My sweet angel is leaving this town behind. To Metropolis she will go, where the lights never stop glowing, where the opportunities for such a strong spirit far surpass what Smallville can offer her. It is for the best that she leaves this life behind, as I am a painful reminder of what could have been. As the years pass, I will stop loving her, but I will never forget her, for I admire her too much.
One day, I may find someone, half the woman she is, and I'd be lucky to find her. But until that day comes, I lament the end of an era. In all likelihood, my telescope will sit here, collecting dust for years to come.
Goodbye my sweet, and good luck.
And don't worry... I'll look after your niece for you.