[ WP ] Write a love story from a third-party perspective of someone who detests love .

I did n't think Love at first sight really happened until I saw her, one hand brushing her hair back, the other holding her notepad to her waitress uniform, looking down sheepishly at Steve. It was instantly clear that they were soulmates. 
 
 I think at about that moment, some poor sucker died with their friend and their friend's partner, because it was at that moment that I was crowned King of Third Wheels. After I saw them meet, I was there for their fist date, their fist kiss, and in the room adjacent to the one where they did a different thing for the first time. 
 
 Even though Steve and I love each other like brothers, and Katie and I grew to love each other like cousins who did n't see each other often, but usually got a long really well, it still took a chunk out of me whenever we were all together. Despite all of Katie's assurances that I'm a `` sweetheart'' and a `` cutie'', I grew to doubt that I'd ever find Love, and to resent it; when Steve proposed in their living room on Christmas, I finally let go of any positive feelings towards romantic Love that had been trained into me over the years. 
 
 After the high of their engagement wore off, and I was alone in my apartment sobbing to no-one, I accepted that Love -- romantic Love -- is an asshole. It toys with people, by accepting others right into its embrace, giving just a taste and then disappearing, or even feigning like it's welcoming you into its arms and then stabbing you in the back. 
 
 And so I sit in the waiting room, holding my breath for the moment that my God-daughter takes her first breaths, intoxicated on an awful cocktail of elated excitement and morose self-pity; feeling like I do because of that douchebag, Love.
