We're getting close
I would like more
but I doubt he will

He talks about her all the time
He doesn’t seem to notice me
Doesn’t seem to notice the pained expression

How I don’t smile
Don’t make eye contact
Don’t speak

The smile he gets when he mentions her
Talks about her, thinks about her
All the small reactions no one seems to notice
All the small things she doesn’t notice

The way his lips curl and eyes shine
The way he swipes his hair
His smirk, his pout, his lips

She doesn’t notice
Doesn’t seem to care

...I care
*but he loves her…