I loved him as he was. He felt it, he blossomed, he opened up and drew closer. But when he felt empowered, he went to someone else. I was never his image of beauty or value. I'm not tall and blonde with blue eyes, I could never be anything more than a secret to him. Hidden passion and desire or someone to fuck when the blonde pisses him off. What a twisted soul to treat another this way. What a failure he is to not see the beauty encased in me.