I Will Fly

He stood atop the church steeple, his large, dark wings spread wide.  Kevin Austen jumped, but did not fall; instead, he soared, greater than an eagle, a silhouette in front of the bright winter moon.
I, Grey, just stood and watched, trying not to let my emotions get the best of me and cause me to do something stupid.
Kevin is Kaycee's new boyfriend.  It's been a few months now since she moved here, and I've gotten to know her pretty well. I still have not stopped believing that she is an angel.
So here's where the story begins: Like I said, I've hung out with her a lot since I met her.  Somehow our random conversation when we were talking together one day turned in to this: "So, Kaycee haven't seen ya' in a few days, whatcha' been up to?"
"Nothing special. Except, I'm in love with this girl at school, her name's Angel." she told me, laughing the whole time.
"Are you serious? Wow, Kayce, didn't know you swung that way. Is she as beautiful as her name suggests?"
"Well, I don't really, it's more of a sisterly love with an extra spice. And no, she's not exactly the most colorful Crayola in the box, but yeah, I'm seriously in love with her."
"Haha, I feel unloved."
And then the shocker:
"Don't. I used to like you as more than a friend..."
"Used to?" I replied, not sure whether to be blissfully happy or dreadfully sad.
She dodged the question, then nervously told me she had to be home just before she ran off.

The next time I saw her, a month later,  I see

                                KEVIN <3
written in black sharpie on her forearm.  I immediately knew, and just HAD to ask.  So I did, and of course, "It's my boyfriend." are the words that pierced my heart like bullets from the girl I loved.
Feeling sad and rejected, I just said, " Oh, ok" and walked home.

He doesn't deserve her. I don't know him, but it doesn't matter, because he still doesn't deserve her. I deserve her. Me. Only me.
His wings are black, her wings are white, mine are non-existent.  What do they think they are, yin and yang, one good thing and one bad thing coming together to make one great thing? No. Never.

I'm tired of it; living in a world where only those born with wings are flung to greatness, while the rest of us are left  to be bottom-feeders.  I may not have wings now, but some day I will fly.  I'll jump now, and build my wings on the way down.  Will she love me then?  Will  she love me if I build myself wings in this world?
Right now it's a dream that seems so distant, but I've no care, for I've jumped.