She never loved him, not really.
It was all just fun and games, for her at least.
She knew his feelings towards her was strong, but she never returned them.
She felt for him, sure, but not love. Never love.
He looked at her like she was something out of this world. She looked down at him.
She started out disgusted, but it quickly turned into an advantage which again turned into acceptation, but never love.
He would do pretty much anything for her, to be hers, but she ignored it all. Pushed it to the back of her mind.
She let him stand by her side, but never by her mind.
She let him protect her, but never her heart.
He understood. He accepted.
She ignored. She forgot.
It was all fun and games, for her at least, until it weren't anymore.
Until he did do everything for her, and she knew.
She never loved him, not really.
Not before she had lost him.