Unrequited Love
He did not know how long he had waited.
Count each second, each day, year… Total them together and he was sure the calculation was answer enough.
Friends had lived, loved, laughed, and passed. Not him. And not his Mary.
Times changed and he no longer waited on the rooftops for her. People would notice. There was always the park. Their park.
In his dreams, there were kisses, soft touches. In reality, there was only a warm smile and a greeting. Those smiles were warm enough to make him forget the chill. Especially when gloved hands tugged his scarf tighter around him with a light chastisement.
It had been so long and he still did not have the heart to tell her. He was sure she knew. Someone that astute couldn't miss the way he looked at her, the way he spoke of her. A man obsessed. And a man in love.
But if he could not tell her than he would wait. And he did.