Assured Doubt (Larry Stylinson)

I never knew her. All I knew was she was supposed to be mine. Mine to hold. Mine to keep. Don't get me wrong she was beautiful, very beautiful. With hair as soft as a kitten, and hands with such a gentle touch you almost didn't know she was touching you.

But I never knew her.

She would show me her world. Every day I had away she would take me to her garden just to whisper sweet nothings. I would try to get away from her, to go back to him, just to be with him for a couple of hours. In those hours with him we would laugh and smile and it almost felt as if nothing was wrong. But before I knew it she was back, I was fake, and most of all he was miserable.

But I never knew her.