The way he slouches has become endearing

The way he slouches has become endearing.

His hair falls over his forehead in the right places.

Covering him is usually a layer of ice nobody can thaw.

Except her.

She's lively and intelligent.

She reaches him in a way I can't.

I'm jealous.

When I see them together I feel so much longing it burns a hole in my heart.

Sometimes…sometimes I just want to clamp something over my head and block out all my emotions.

They might just overwhelm me soon.

I don't want that to happen.

I can't allow that to happen.

I love him so much.

I really, really do.

But I know he'll never be mine.