"How much does it hurt?" I was once asked.

I laughed.

Honestly, it doesn't even hurt. Seeing him happy and laugh and radiate with the glow that her presence brings is a joy to me. His eyes never sparkled brighter.

After stumbling over his past, he finally got up and learned to walk and run again. He's up on his feet again.

"How much do you hate her?"

I don't. How could I? She's the best friend I've been praying for since I learned to pray. She's the reason that he's back. He's himself again and that's all because of her. His quirks and jokes are back; he's singing again! Yes, her perfection is the reason of his uprise but I don't despise that.

Yes, I do sometimes wish I was her.

Yes, I do hope I'll get the chance to make him smile the way she does.

But no, I will never hate them. I won't. I can't.