Its like you are behind glass. Untouchable. Far away, yet still close. I
watch you. And I watch you, watching her. And an ache fills my chest. One
so painful I don't know how I even go on. But I do. To sit here, watching,
waiting patiently. To know as you look past me, that tomorrow you might
catch a glimpse of whom I am. I know you'll see me. One day.
