This is my first fic, so cut me some slack if you hate it. This is a poem from Sam's pov set in pre-season 8. Oh yeah, this is my favorite couple a Sam/Jack
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were.
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Wishes
Will any of my wishes ever come true?
The wish that my family would be safe did not come true.
Am I doing something wrong?
Especially in love.
I had to fall for the one I couldn't have.
I pass him in the corridors every day;
and every time I do, I make a wish.
A wish that one day, things would be different.
A wish that I could feel love without guilt.
Does he wish the same of me?
Will he ever dream that we will have children together?
I pass him again and do what anyone else would call flirting, but we call it banter.
I know there will be a day when things will change.
Until then, I will cherish our moments that we do have.
And wish.
A lot.