Drabble. This is the first time I've written a fanfic in god knows how long.

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Every day, I see him. I watch him closely, my eyes trailing his footsteps as he runs around, doing the work of the day.

I see every perfect muscle hidden underneath those blue overalls, finely toned from each grueling day outside on his farm. I see each strand of chocolate-colored hair poking out from underneath the blue hat atop his head. Every day, I watch him from afar as he grins and wipes sweat off his brow, seemingly unfazed by the physical work that most people never have to endure.

He keeps his farm well-groomed; I've seen it. Crops always growing, not a weed in sight, harvest sprites working in harmony to do what time doesn't allow him to do. He's always kind - playing with his dog or whispering to his horse as if he could understand each neigh. He talks to me sometimes, too. He tells me everything, and I always listen.

He tells me about the girl he likes. He describes her hair, like honey, falling in waves down her back, and the way she wears shorter clothes than the other girls just because she can. He talks about how she tells him things, secrets she tells to nobody else, like her dad's affairs or that her mother used to be a dancer - and he shares these secrets with me, too, and it makes me happy that he trusts me with these things. But it also makes me sad that he's so in love with her, because I watch her, too, when she comes to visit him. While he's inside fixing her lunch (sashimi and wine, just how she likes it), she opens up her bright-colored cellphone and she slowly dials a number, and she holds it up to her ear and she whispers a name. Even with Jack's love for her, she can't keep her hands off other men. Anger flares inside me to think that she takes advantage of my beloved farmer like that.

But even though I care for him more than she ever will, I'm destined to remain nothing but a friend. Every day, I long for him to notice me, and sometimes he does, but as he grows more mature, he starts to lose interest in me. He is blinded by love for a girl who thinks of him as a toy, and starts to ignore the world around him. He stops partaking in the simple things in life.

But I can never let him know. I can never tell him these things that I think, these things that I feel. Every single day, he passes me by, and I can never say a thing to him.

I am but a simple cow.