She is trapped.
Trapped in a love she wants so badly to be over.
A love she is so tired of thinking about. Dreaming about what they could have been.
And yet she still wants him to look at her,
as though he has never loved anything more. But she knows he doesn’t.
If he did he wouldn’t feel so confused.
She would be able to feel the love she wishes he had for her. If he felt the love she feels for him, she would know that he, too, loves her.
She would be able to feel how much he loves her. But she doesn’t.
She doesn’t feel that love for her.
He doesn’t walk faster in the hallways to catch up to her or wait for her outside class. He doesn’t notice the way she looks at him.
How everytime he talks she looks up hoping it’s something for her to know.
She wants him to tell her everything. For them to spend hours upon hours talking.
Just talking.
About anything, from their biggest fears or just what they did today. She just wants to talk to him. She wants to know everything.
But mostly she just wants to know how much she is loved.