He's there and he loves her.
I'm here and I love him.
My friend says the way he looks at me, would melt chocolate.
The way he talks to me, would make bees stay still.
The way his eyes shine when he's with me could light the way for those who are lost.
But he loves her.
And she loves him.
I see him smile.
And I realize he's with her.
I hear him laugh.
He's with her.
He's happy being with her.
And that makes me sad.
I hear his name.
And my throat closes up.
I can't breathe.
I think about him.
And wish he was mine.
Wish I could hold his hand.
Wish I could touch his face.
Wish he could love me.
But I know he won't.
It's her.
She love's him.
And he loves her.
