He loved her.
He said he loved her.
With courage he said the words; but with fear she turned away.
Fear, crippling fear.
The fear of being right,
of failure,
of pain.
He loved her,
but she knew it wasn't true.
He loved the idea of her.
He loved having someone to love.
He was addicted to the high he felt when having someone to care for.
It wasn't her.
It was never her.
She knows nothing of love, of life...
yet she knew enough to know:
he didn't love her.