A.N.: Kind of short... o_O. Just some thoughts...


She lay on her side on the bed. Her room was quiet, and all she could hear was the ding of the elevator down the hall, and his quiet breathing. The man was lying behind her, his body pressed up against hers, arm around her waist.

They said nothing. Just lay there, thinking. He thinking about how much he wanted the woman, and she thinking about how he didn't deserve to be stuck in a relationship with her. The two were always thinking about this.

Over and over, she'd gone through it in her mind. He wanted her. He needed her. Though she never understood why. He was perfect. He was untouchable. Any woman in the world could be his if he wanted. So what's one in so many?

She, in her eyes was less than perfect. Not quite beautiful, with far more brains than breasts. But this never mattered to him.

She loved him back. And he knew that. One day, they'd expressed their love for one another, but she wouldn't have him. She continued to run from him. It was hard on them both, but what really pained him was the fact that she didn't think she was good enough for him.

He'd told her this wasn't true, that she was everything he could want, and more. He offered her everything. And yes, it was tempting to her, but she refused still...



With the hand from the arm around her waist, he takes her hand in his. He places several kisses on it, then sets it back down on the bed, and pulls her closer to him.

" You do know I'm madly in love with you. Right?" He whispers.

Tears sting at her eyes as she turns around in his hold, so she's facing him.

" Yeah. I know."

He gently caresses her face.

" Will I ever get you?"

A small smile appears on her face as she sighs.

" Maybe one day."

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