It's a tragic love story.
One where each of them, guy and girl,
had undeniable feelings for one another.
The tricky part was the defining of those feelings.
She hates him. She hurts him.
She can't see herself without him.
He can't leave her. He never could.
But he knows it won't work.
It's a tragic love story.
The other girl.
Always the other girl.
She was there at his side all along.
She listened. She understood. She bit her lip.
She fell in love with an idea.
An idea of what could be.
She decided to patiently wait it out.
It's a tragic love story.
With no happy ending at all.