I don't like to think it. But I do. . .all the time.
Why not me? Why did Sam have to leave and fall in love with someone else?
Why did Sam have to find peace and happiness with someone else?
Why not me?
I hate watching Sam grieve for her, watching him spend sleepless nights moaning her name, when I wish he was moaning mine.
I hate thinking it, but I always do.
It's only until after I saved his life from a vengeful spirit, him leaning up against me, gasping for breath into my shoulder do I realize why his love isn't meant for me.
It's my job to stand on the sidelines, to watch and protect, to silently love and lust, to guide him to better things.
But as I patch him up and send him away to think of others, I still can't stop thinking.
Why not me?