She doesn’t know it.
He doesn’t know that photos of him are the only thing on my phone’s gallery

From the moments we would walk home underneath the moonlight
To the sudden dates we take outside my hometown
Every minute I had with her,
I secretly have a photo of her feeling the moment

It was in those still shots of her
Either spinning around while she let her hair sway
Or looking down at her food
Or just staring blankly at the road filled with rushing cars
I had a photo from every moment.

You also don’t know about the way I look at you
It was like a kid flabbergasted over the thousands of stars underneath her
I was always fascinated by you

You don’t know them
Because I never wanted to let you know
And it was better off that way

It was better off not loving you

It was better off I didn’t have you in my embrace
Than to break you with it

You’ve told me about your scars
And god forbid for you to have another one

Because all you see right now
It’s that all you had was yourself
And I was just the diary to your pen

In fact, you never even let me call you by your name
It wasn’t that you hate your name
Because everything about you
From your name
Down to every thread of your identity
You only kept it to yourself

So, in every photo I took of you
I make sure it doesn’t show a glimmer of your face
Because I want you to keep who you are hidden from I at all cost
And god forbids that you let me break it.