A beautifully deadly condition.
A blessing with an abrupt end.
You know, you're probably not gonna believe it--but I'm truly happy about this.
I laugh when I picture your eye roll.
Thing is you're so vain, you literally think that because you are obsessed with me, that I must respond in kind--that I must meet your borderline psychotic fervor with reciprocity.
But I don't.
And if you knew the extent to which that is true, I think it'd eat you up inside.
Thing is, though, this post isn't about you. It isn't even for you.
It's for him.
See, I genuinely love him.
And I can't claim that and not wish sincerely for his happiness.
I do want his happiness.
**And I note with satisfied irony that I chose to begin that sentence with those two little words.**
I won't receive an invite in the mail, but when you walk down that isle, I'll be there.
In the back of your mind, yes--but, more importantly, in my heart. For him. Because that's what love is.
Every day you bring him happiness, is a day you bring me happiness. Every smile on his lips? A smile playing on mine.
Love him like there's no tomorrow. Love him hard. Love him true.
He'll never know we shared this moment.
But I do.