I didn't mean for these to be short, but I feel that their story can be expressed in such little words. There will be plenty more where these came from, so just hang tight, my loves.
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It's been seventeen days since you realized you were in love with her. I'll tell her tomorrow, you tell yourself, although you've been saying that for years now. You didn't want to tell her, and have her reject you, leaving an empty space in your daughter's life. She was perfect, and you were just you. You didn't think you were special in any way, you were boring, you lived a boring life. When you weren't in the office, you were with your daughter.
You run a hand through your slightly tangled hair, you didn't have a chance to shower last night; your daughter was sick, and you spent the entire night caring for her. You pick up your phone, tempted to call her and spill your guts. You don't. You set the phone back down and sit in silence. You call yourself a coward, a hypocrite. Previously, you've told your friends to go after the people they were interested in, no matter how much they tried to argue.
When you realized you were in love with her, you started acting different. You didn't notice it, nobody else did, but she did. She notices everything. She knows you inside and out. She was confused as to why you were acting different, she thought that she did something that made you feel uncomfortable around her. She cried at night, wondering why you didn't love her back. Little did she know, that was the very reason you were acting as you did around her. She was very good at masking her feelings, hell, she was known for it, but when she was home, in the safety of her apartment, she cried. She let her emotions show when nobody was around, when nobody could judge her. Sometimes, she even drank her feelings away. She drank until she was numb. She wasn't an alcoholic, she just enjoyed the numbness that came with being drunk. She wasn't crazy when she was drunk, she was more relaxed and calm. It was strange to her, that drinking some clear liquid could make her forget about how much she loved you.
Your daughter asks about her, a lot more lately. She misses her "other mommy". She wonders why she doesn't come around anymore. If only she knew that true love was the reason her "other mommy" didn't come around.
Your mind drifts to her, her silky blonde hair, those bright blue eyes that held so much joy, so much pain. You were the only one who seemed to hold the key that unlocked the box that held her hidden emotions. Never in your life have you met somebody similar to her. She was such a special person. The most kind, caring person you knew. She had this smile, one that could light up the darkest room of all. You spoke of it often to your other close friends. They knew you were in love with her, they wished they knew if she loved you, so they could make you feel better, but they didn't know. She didn't let anyone know.
Little did you know, Alex Cabot was in love with you, Casey Novak.