he loved her,
but never wanted to admit such atrocities.
why should he have?
he had someone,
but he loved her more.
she laughed with him, stared with him.
comforted him when he cried.
she was his queen, whether he knew it or not.
and he drove her away.
and it teared him apart.
and he had to live with it
for the rest of his damned life
because there was too much pride within him
to think of ever having one partner.
but with her, he felt everything.
everything and more.
yet...
she was gone
and he was still searching for her.
