You don't even think about us, do you?
I look at you and I see hope.
You look at me as if it were just another day.

I wish you saw me differently.
I wish I could tell you how I feel when our hands touch and you smile at me.
I wish I could show you how you change my mood so dramatically from only one word.

I can't tell you this because of our friendship. It would ruin everything.
But I wonder.
And I hope you do, too.

But as I sit here and think of you,
you're probably still thinking of her.
Someone I wish I could be.