She's admired by many. She sets everything ablaze. Her fiery feathers burn bright like wildfire in the night. She shines brighter than any star in the sky.
She is gorgeous, mesmerizing, powerful, and millions of other words that just barely scrape the surface of who she is and what she can do.
And I'm in love with her.
But it simply cannot be, for I am a lonely, sad, and rather indescribably ordinary troll who can't even begin to compete or keep up with her. Plus she has a companion who is a fierce and mighty dragon, one who is as extraordinary as her and was made for her way more than I ever will be. Together she and the dragon soar, reaching the stars and the moon, feeling the wind caress their wings, and they take to heights and places no one could ever dream of.
And I sit down here, watching her and all her beauty, knowing that I'll never be good enough.
Knowing that I will never kiss the stars with her, or be enveloped by her love and warmth.
She is destined for greater things, things I don't deserve. And one day, one day she'll realize how special she is and that she'll no longer need me to tell her that. She will fly away to the life she truly wants.
And she will leave me.
A sad little soul to scared to say how she feels as she tries to fight the heartbreak, as she knows the Phoenix will never love her back.
