He doesn't know what I feel when I pass him by. He doesn't know that my heart stops beating and I try not to gasp. Just the sight of him takes my breath away... and makes me want to cry. Because I can never run into his arms and cry... and ask him to hold me forever. And be there forever. Not be like the other people who have left me alone. But he walks on by without even looking at me. The girl invisible to his eyes. He was much too good for me anyway... possibly because I only saw him from the pedastool I put him on. And he will never even know me... or that I was crazy about him. That I am giving up because it's crazy to want what can never be.
So next time I look into his blue eyes and he only sees the girl in his way... not the girl of his dreams... I'll smile to say I won't cry anymore, but I wish I could have known you. If we had shared secrets and laughs about the things running through our heads... and woken up just to see each other... and gone to sleep just to dream of each other... I would have been happy. But what was not even that... so small in comparison... was taken away... so I give up him... and leave him in peace.
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