[WP] A statue falls in love with a girl he cannot speak to.

Oh, how he longed for her. Her curly blonde hair. Her bright blue eyes. The way her smile stretched from ear to ear. Her daily outfits of a plain white shirt and different colored skirts, with her dark blue backpack draped over her shoulders. Never before has he felt this, but it was safe to say he was in love.

He struggled with these feelings, of course. Up until now existence was similar to that of a deep sleep. People came and went through the town's square where he was located, and none of them ever caught his attention. Not the way this girl has.

Everyday that passed he tried to speak. To tell her of his love. How he dreamt of being with her, spending his days with her. That's all he wanted. For her to know his feelings.

Unfortunately his cold, gray lips wouldn't move an inch. His stern look wouldn't change to that of a smile. His arms wouldn't budge, nor his legs. Just like the rest of his life, since he was constructed thirty years prior, he was frozen in place.

He was forced to sit there, to observe. And observe he did. Everyday the girl came by, and everyday he watched. As the years went by he saw her grow. He saw her meet friends. He saw her meet boys. It hurt him. He wanted her, loved her. But he was forced to watch as these other men brought joy to her life. As most led to heartbreak. Ultimately, he saw a man get down on one knee for her. More years passed and he saw her grow a family. Saw her with kids. He saw her grow old, and after a time he didn't see her at all.

All this time he stood their and watched. Unable to move, only left with his thoughts of her. He hated it. That he couldn't be there with her. But over time he came to realize that while he may not have been able to tell her of his love, he was able to see her life as she came by day after day. She didn't know it, but he was there with her. When she was happy, he was happy. When she was sad, the felt it too. And really that all he wanted. Was to be there for her. And there for her he was. He knew she lived a happy, fulfilling life. So, in a way, he did as well. He may not have been able to move, but he was able to watch as the woman he loved grew old and happy. And with that final thought, a soft smile began to form on his lips. He was happy.

-- This is literally my first time doing a writing prompt. I know it's not perfect, and I had a structure and story in my mind that I don't think I conveyed very well, but I figured it would only do me injustice to not post it. I'd rather get negative feedback on my writing than no feedback at all, if that makes sense.

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