I knew he didn't love me, but I adored him anyway. Our souls were the loudest, but only we could hear, so silent yet so there. I wonder when he stares at me as we laugh if he thinks I'm beautiful, when I smile and stop to greet people, and I can feel his gaze on me. Does he adore me. Or is it the same with every girl, who am I kidding, you're just a boy. I listen to classical music, and it makes me feel alive, but not like when you tell me goodnight.