Something was pulling him away from me, and I wondered why he couldn't love me the way I love him.
I saw all of the pictures on his walls of his ex.
His ex was a handsome man of Turkish descent with skin just tan enough to make you want to run your much paler fingers across it.
He held on his face a mischievious smirk promising pain if you chose to go against him.
It was attractively irritating which explains both why they broke up, and how come Heracules couldn't love me that way.
It spelled of a "You aren't the one for me" breakup that had to have happened.
It was definitely a love-hate relationship that while tempting was also frustrating, and it can breed hate but it was obvious that that hate was replaced by such a deep love and devotion that would always be there.
I know it's not my place to be upset as Heracles's heart wasn't mine to begin with.
Still, it ached knowing that he'd never feel that way about me too.
I refuse to let this go on with it destroying his chances at true happiness and love.
