She listens to what your lips say as it shapes and curves every word that comes out your mouth; saying her name like it’s the most delicate thing in the world, in your world—so sweet and gentle.
She looks right through your eyes. She looks at how it twinkles and brightens every time you talk about her, more so when you utter her name.
She observes you and the happiness of your story, the happiness she gives you.
She just wishes she was your story.
She just wishes she’s behind the twinkles of your eyes. She just wishes she’s the reason why you smile like your favorite sports team won.
She hoped it was her.
Maybe that day will come.
Soon. We never know when it’s too late.