No matter how much he dreamed, he should have known.

He should have never lost sight of reality.

Of consequences.

But with her, it's just so easy. So effortless.

It felt right to give in, lose control.

But as she pushes him away, and says that she can't love, not just him, but anyone, reality comes crashing back. It slaps across the face, and he feels the burning in his eyes.

He gambled them. Her. He gambled her heart.

He lost- he lost her heart.

She was his for about three seconds- three seconds of perfection- and now she wasn't.

Just like that.

Why was he so devastated? He predicted the outcome. He ran it over and over in his head. Out loud, in his dreams, hypothetically. In unsent letters.

Why did he hope for a different outcome? Was he insane? Science surely pointed him there.

Why did he get lost in the details? And miss the big picture?

It was simple. She was Bones. She couldn't love, no matter how much she wanted to.

No matter how much he loved her.

It didn't matter.

Because as many times as he could prove love to her, it didn't check out completely-love was already proven wrong to her. It had already broken her.

And she couldn't change. He didn't want her to. She was beautiful the way she was.

He couldn't leave. He didn't want to.

Forbidden. Reckless. Stuck in the moment. There's no way this would ever work.

He had tricked himself in to believing that he could prove love to her, to prove that he would never leave. He tricked himself into believing that it was their destiny. That eventually, patience is rewarded.

But it was all a lie. They were honest with each other, but they built them selves on lies.

Hidden truths.

In between lines.

It was all there, out in the open, they both knew it, and they had felt it form the beginning.

They were doomed.

It wasn't anyone's fault- it wasn't because they didn't love each other. It wasn't that they didn't belong.

They did, too much. That's why it didn't work.

They would never give in to their emotions, because they loved each other too much.

They weren't meant to be as everyone insisted.

Because if they were, if it were as easy as admitting, declaring, feelings, then they would have gotten together years ago. No, with them it was always more.

More then they could bare, more then they could leave behind, or give up.

But it wasn't enough.

Nothing ever would be.