When everyone else refused to offer him a shoulder, I was there for him. When his pride was hurt, I came to slap the bandage right on his heart. When no one else felt the need to protect him, I marched down to aid him.   But I'm not the one.   I am not the one he wanted to cry on. I am not the one he wanted a rescue from. I am not the one he wanted help from.   I was just never meant to be "the one."

As ridiculous as it may sound, her only goal in life was to be accepted by him.  She has looked at only him for the past twelve years. He has known her for most of his life yet he had no interest. ---