Every day, you would come. You would stop outside my front door, and I would jump into your arms with nothing but happiness and love. You would smile so deeply, your pearly white teeth would shine in true joy. My heart would jump at your beautiful laughter, the trees would be filled with the sound. The birds would sing with your low, manly chuckle. A deep cackle that would make my nerves run wild, that would make my eyes soar into your own. And together we wait.
But you never come alone.
I always see her. She would always be there standing, crossing her arms on her chest and rolling her eyes. Her beautiful, brown eyes.
You would pay no attention to her, but I always get the feeling that you are always watching her. Through the corner of your eye, I know you are.
I try not to sound immature, or too needy but I take you away from her. I may only be three, but I appear ten years old...and I am very territorial about you.
You don't seem to look at me that way, though. I crush on you, but you don't even see me that way. You think of me as a kid. You think of me as too young, but little did you know...I am in love with you. And you don't even know it.
She loves you too, you know. I can see it in her eyes. I can see when she looks at you. But maybe it's just me being paranoid. You can never really decipher Leah Clearwater's monotone eyes. I could be mistaking her love for you, with disgust for me...
But I mustn't lay back. I must fight for you. Because you are mine. Fate deemed you mine. And I want you. I will not share.
So I whisper to you, and tell you to come with me...I tell you to run away from me. I tell you to run away from her. But you only laugh and repeat what I say to her. She only grunts, and you smile at her for five seconds before you look at me.
Leah then leaves. I knew one thing about her. She didn't stay if she didn't feel welcome. Leah didn't feel welcome. She shouldn't. I didn't want her here anyway.
And even though I have you all to myself, the cloud of uncertainty is always around.
I remain doubtful