Elucidating Questions

On a day when we have finally met, almost certainly the same situation as now.

A man who I love who loves a woman who is behind him or in front.

One sided love, but the memory of having met. I wish we could meet.

I wish it could be normal.

The pain of knowing I’ll never have you, watching you and him with the ones who aren’t me.

But it’d be perfect, to see you getting married and being happy and finally having a happy ever after.

I have no more fight to try to pretend, writing my perfect day with the selfishness that it would be us.

How could I do that? I wanted it, but it was cruel to imagine.

Instead, my perfect day would be yours.

The day when your love is finally yours.