Authors Note: My first drabble. Not a story, not really planned. Just hit me. Let me know what you think.
I'm not an idiot.
I see the pain, the regret, the fake love. Much more, I feel it.
She doesn't hold me like a lover would.
She never will.
But, no matter how much that knowledge hurts me, I can't leave her.
She is not my soul mate, I'm not an idiot.
I'm just here to smooth out the ride, to help her accept how lonely it's going to be from now on.
Eventually, she'll realize what our relationship is. At first she'll storm and cry but it won't be because she thought she was in love with me. No, that will be gone the instant she understands…
It will be for her.
For the memories that were never built.
For the laughter never heard.
For the touches never felt.
And I will stand there as it rains down and I will accept. I will not be selfish. I will hold her as she screams in passionate pain, knowing she never felt anything close to that powerful in my presence.
And when it's over… I'll whisper that I love her and that I always will. And I will kill myself with my devotion to whatever it is she wants from me. Not because she loves me but because she NEEDS me.
I will build the memories she chooses.
I will laugh in her arms.
I will touch her…however she needs it.
I'm not an idiot.
I just fell in love with someone who can't love me back.
Okay, maybe I'm a little thick.
But in the long run, I'd rather make her happy than have someone feeling this way about me.
