There he was. Exactly where I would find him, outside of my house delicately sitting on a wooden chair with one hand on the table stroking a glass he found intriguing. Tears filled his eyes as he peered up at me waiting for me to do something. I walked around next to him and sat down as close as I could but without touching him. My arms supported myself so I could lean in as far as I could. But somehow I still felt extremely far away.
"I don't understand why it isn't me," he said. He was confiding in me and all he wanted was for me to listen. We didn't have this relationship nor did I think we ever would yet somehow I felt more than comfortable hearing what he had to say.
"She doesn't need me Veronica, she doesn't even want me." His eyes filled up with tears but he tried so hard to fight them back.
"I am better than him, I can do everything better, we were fine then I don't know where I slipped up. Maybe it was something I said? Something I did? I did everything for her. She doesn't want me, and I can't seem to find any reason at all for it."
He looked up at me and sighed and his eyes were begging me to do something. He continued,
"We are done and over, and I have never been so confussed. I am better than him, I am better than all of him. Why doesn't she want me?"
I got up from my seat and kneeled next to him, but I couldn't touch him no matter how hard I tried.
"If I had you all to myself, you wouldn't need to cry for I would never choose anyone else but you, and you would never have to worry," I said. By now he had left, and I will never know if my message went through the same way his went through to me.
He needed me, but did not want me, he felt comfort and relief in my presence but he did not love me. What drove him to tell me that? Why me?
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