Lacy Oh Lacy
This is how you fall for a girl you've never even met. You have to be terribly jealous to the the point of obsession. You'd ache at her beauty, her gentleness and how the world revolves at her favor. You'd think you want to be her. All of a sudden you'd feel awfully sorry because although the world had been good, it was also harsh and unfair. She must've gone through a change so painful and tremendous to be this wise, this tender. You will grieve and you will ache for her. And you will worship her from afar more than any old lover ever could.
I wish I saw grief in his eyes, but instead I saw a poor soul eager to forget, at the cost of somebody else's sanity. So I will mourn his loss if he couldn't. I will worship her more than he ever did. I will lament until I finally come to the acceptance that not one of us, truly deserve one or the other.