A/N: This is my very first story in fan fiction so don't be too harsh haha. I plan on this being a one shot but I guess we will see when I get there.
I'd known for a while that Marshall had feelings for me and I had faith that he would tell me someday. I would never admit it to anyone, especially Marshall, but I had pretty strong feelings for the Doofus too. I know that Marshall had brief encounters with women but none of them ever lasted longer than a week or two. That was up until he met Abigail. It started out the same as any of Marshall's other relationships. I assumed this one would follow the path of all of the other lucky ladies: dinners out, intimate dates in, but never allowing them near his bedroom. I guess I never really noticed or bothered to pay attention to the amount of time they spent together. Before I knew what was happening, Marshall asked me to go to lunch with him. That's where he told me the oh so wonderful news of his engagement. Not too long after that, I was getting a speech about how I needed to release Marshall, my best friend. As soon as he told me he loved me, my throat closed up. The only thing that came out of my mouth was 'oh' and I only stood there with a shocked expression plastered on my face. Then he asked me to release him. Release him? Was he kidding? How could I let go the guy I'd been in love with for years and let go of the best thing that the world could've possibly given me. I only took a brief second to rid my brain of the idea that it would be a good idea to tell him my feelings and put on a smirk to power through what I knew was right. It was obvious that I could never make Marshall happy the way Abigail could. That's why I told him I was happy for him and that I would be strong enough to go on without our special 'thing'. Thinking back on that crappy year, I am so glad that after that dinner we had for Stan, I told Marshall what I really thought. I do still feel awful for Abigail but she knew what she was getting into; actually she was stepping right on our friendship. That's how we got to where we are today, sitting in our living room watching TV with Norah and our three year old, Seth. And damn, I never needed faith to know we would end up just fine.