She sees him every day. She's with him every day. She's close to him every day. She's lucky to hear his voice every day. She's lucky.
She tells herself. It's enough.
When he touches her – her shoulder, her hand – she still feel the heat spread to all parts of her body. She feels a swarm of unruly butterflies deep inside.
Even after six years, she still feel the same attraction. Irrational. Completely.
A rare hug and she's in flames.
When he looks at her with his knowing eyes, it sets her head spinning.
She feels a loss every day over something she never had.
In spite of their friendship, she feels lonely and lost.
The need she feels isn't important enough for her to do or want to do anything about it. The world need them both more. She has to see the bigger picture.
Her need is small in comparison. Tiny even.
It doesn't make her need less or easier to bear.
Therefore, she sucks it up. Smiles and moves on.
