Once upon a time,

My heart yearned for a pair of eyes, those that never once met mine.

They were delicate, enhancing a fragile glass, ready to shatter at any moment.

But I didn't want to prevent such a beautiful moment.

On the contrary,

I simply wanted to watch it happen.

Because there were colorful butterflies flying carelessly above it,

Perfectly reflecting on my glass.

I knew it was something only I can see.

It wasn't love, perhaps curiosity.

I simply wanted to watch over it,

Just for a little longer.

And I still linger.

Curious, and the same question,

"What is it thinking at the moment?"

"Has it shattered?"

Or rather,

"Has it healed?"

Over and over again.

I didn't expect,

An aching heart.

Is it because that very aching heart,

Belongs to me?