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CLARK

Pete mentions her name and I blush, looking down at my cup of steaming coffee. The mere mention of her name can warm me, the mere though of my wonderful angel is enough to set a fire in my heart. If only she knew how I felt, if only she knew that she is my only thought, my only reason for living. If only she knew she was my sole purpose for existence.

I wonder if she'd respond to me, I wonder if she feels anything more than friendship towards me. There were moments when I could almost feel her love for me, moments when we were so close to achieving what we both wanted. But they ended up being the kisses that never were.

And now, watching her lie in the arms of another, I don't know if I can stand not knowing if those moment could have ever been something. I want her, I need her, more than anything else in this world. If I don't have her I don't know how I can go on living this pathetic existence. I need her by my side, in my life, to even be able to admire all the beauty and light in the world. Because without her, there can only be darkness.

Her radiant smile flashes as she looks with adoration as she looks at the man she loves. And my heart squeezes painfully as I watch. She's not looking at me. And I get the sinking feeling she never will see me the way she sees him.

But still I hope.

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