One Day

   He could see she was sad and it broke his heart. He could never tell her how he felt about her. He would not survive the onslaught. This woman sent his whole being into a whirlwind of desire, love and protectiveness and this was something he could not handle. She could not be his in the way he needed her but goddamn it, these assholes who hurt her. Damn he wanted to smash his fist into their smug faces.
He sighed, dragged a hand through his hair and knew he needed to lift her spirits. He loved her but he also was her friend and so he knew what she loved. Words.
He dragged a paper towards him, glancing up to where she had disappeared into the bathroom and he began to write.

I hope one day you give you heart to someone and they will hold it tight as if it's their own.
I hope one day you wake up and have something or someone to live for.
I hope one day you can go to bed without a worry in the world.
I hope one day the battle is over and you've won.
I hope one day you meet someone who makes you realize how beautiful you truly are.

He quickly folded the paper, tucked it into her purse and smiled leaning back in the booth.
She would read it tonight when she needed it the most. He had not been the best friend to her in the world, he knew he caused her pain as well but she was always there for him and so he needed to be there for her.
His gaze lifted to see her walking back to the table.
So beautiful. So kind. So sweet.
He was an idiot.