Him

I don't dare say his name. He might hear me. 

But I will say that I love him. He is the brightest star in my galaxy, and when I look at him I'm practically blinded. Everyone loves him, his whole community loves him, for he took that community when it was at its lowest and changed it for the better. Today they all thrive. 

He sees goodness in everyone and everything, humans as well as animals, and he says so without a hint of restrain. He's caring and kind, and that only makes him stronger, not weaker, not a sissy as he was so often called as a child. Yes, he was an outcast once, but he made it out alive. He survived, like always. 

He doesn't know that I love him, but I don't mind. We aren't meant to be. He's found somebody who can match his strength, heart, and wit, which is what he needs. I don't know why, but he so often doubts himself. That's why he needs her, for she's self-assured and can help him when he needs it, not continue to make him fall apart. 

That's what I'd do. 

I don't need him to love me. I just need him to keep lighting up my life. If he can't be mine, he can at least be my inspiration.