She talked about him as if he hung the stars in the sky.
She looked at him like he was Adonis from the famous Greek myth.
She listens intently to him as if it's a lullaby.
She got goosebumps when they touch, like a soothing drift.
She wanted to know him more but was afraid to pry.
She was thirsty for his love, took everything he gave.
She liked him so much, at nights she would cry.
She wanted the best for him, for as long as he lives.

He talked about her like she's a friend of his sister.
He looked at her like she's a painting he couldn't understand.
He listens to her like she's reciting a speech by a pastor.
He recoils when they touch, her skin gets too damp.
He doesn't really know her because he never bothered.
He gets annoyed when she asks too much, he prefers being alone.
He tries not to be with her too often, she deserves better.
He knows she likes him but he doesn't want her to be heartbroken.

-m.b