Not my happily ever after.

Maybe. Just maybe.

You were the Richard to my

Monica, not Chandler.

You were the Snape to my Lily, not

James.

You were the Stefan to my Elena,

not Damon.

You were the Edgar Linton to my

Catherine, not Heathcliff.

You were the Jacob to my Bella,

not Edward.

You were the Laurie to my Jo, not

Bhaer.

Maybe. Just maybe.

You did love me immensely.

But were not my happily ever

after.