See into the heart
So they had a picnic. Every day they could. They would meet and eat under a tree, and when he wasn't there she would eat alone. But it wasn't often. They were always busy, so busy. There was never time.
They never had enough time.
They didn't even like each other anyway, but…
She wanted to like him. She wanted to know him.Maybe once, she had known these things but had forgotten. Maybe she made herself forget him.
She didn't want to forget anymore. Except that one little thing. So.
Sometimes she saw him, as if from afar, though the distance couldn't be more than miles. There were always miles between them, so what could it matter? Why did it matter if she couldn't see his face? She knew that, even from the distance he could smell her. He would always know when she was near. And she would always see.
She could see everything, but she could never see the heart.