I see her, the epitome of beauty. She smiles, but not at me.
With every step she takes, my heart shudders.
With every laugh she makes, it bleeds.
With every smile, it yearns.
I have been watching her for almost all my years.
I have been with her through her sufferings,
her laughter and her joy,
her trials and her sorrow-
but why can’t she see me? I love her far more than he does.
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