He had loved her for years - and he didn't even think that she knew it.
He was always there, in the background of her life.
He had long ago resigned himself to the fact that she would never see him that way.
He was always there, in the background of her life.
She grew up, moved on with her life, And when things went wrong he was always there to comfort her.
He was always there in the background of her life.
She took him for granted, he knew that and didn't care. As long as he still got to see her he was happy.
Even though he knew he would always be there, in the background of her life.
And when she found her 'one' he knew he had to leave. It broke his heart but he wanted her to be happy. He took one last look and walked away. Gone for good. He was content as long as she was.
He had always been there, in the background of her life.
It took her a while, but she finally noticed. There was something missing. She had always taken him for granted, had thought he would always be there, had never paid him that much attention. But as soon as he was gone she realised something.
She had always loved him. Losing the thing she had thought would always be there had made her realise how much she needed it. How much she needed him. But she knew he had gone for a reason. He had always done everything for her, now it was her turn to do something for him. She let him go. Let him move on.
He was never again in the background of her life.
And because of their compassion for each other, and their conviction that they were doing the right thing, the thing that the other would want, they lived their lives with the second best.
They never saw each other again.