It always was, and it always had been.
Always.
He looked on as she stayed temptingly single. She never noted that he stayed chokingly tied-down. She continued not to see, he continued to want the only girl who had never noticed him. Wonderful silky blonde hair, mysteriously dreamy grey eyes, perfect lips, and a voice tinged with longing. Mysterious. Beautiful. Dreamy. And he? Why, he was nothing but choppy black hair, powerfully plain blue eyes, non-existent lips, and an annoyingly thick Italian accent. Clichéd. Tired. Boring.
Zany, beautiful, and interesting never loved quiet, dark, and clichéd. That's the way it always was, and that's the way it always will be.
Always.
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