From a distance, all I ever did was look–and look. Waiting for a glance, a small smile. And when you look back, I hide–hide so you wouldn’t see, keeping myself hidden, ignoring the pain in my chest, the heady feeling of vagueness.

A glimpse is enough to keep me breathing, move closer and I’ll run away. Away so you will never know—even after this lifetime and another, you will never know. That I have loved you, no…. will always love you—and I know you never will.