I always stayed by your side.

For twelve years, I served you without any complaints.

Because it was enough for me. It was enough, to be close to you in the most subtle of ways.

But soon you grew. You became a young teenager, always and looking for women.

I held it all in. I held in my feelings, my love, my heartache. I held it all in, so I wouldn't hurt you.

But it hurts. It hurts so much, when I walk past your closed door and hear moans of pleasure. Why can't that person be me? I love you so ing much, but you don't even care about me. In your eyes, I'm just your servant.

We used to be the best of friends. Remember the time when you were 12 and I was 11? Remember when you, being the cocky, childish prince that wanted everything his way, demanded that I marry you when we grew older? Remember how I chuckled at your childishness and explained that two boys couldn't get married?

I wish we were still like that.

Can't you see how much I love you?