short stories

Always her

God only knows just how much I love you; I love you more than words can say. I'm addicted to you and I know that can't be healthy. But I know you're not mine. You are hers; even when she's gone from the picture, even when you say you hate her, even when you don't talk for months. You are hers. But I will blindly pretend you are mine, as long as we're around each other I will pretend you are mine. When you kiss me with her in the back of your mind, when you hug me like that wishing it was her, when you leave you're marks on me like you left them on her, I will pretend not to notice. I will pretend I don't know why when you see her pictures and your mood drops.
I can see how you look at her. I know you will never look at me like that. It will always be her. I understand that now.