I smiled at you today.
You would've noticed if you were looking at me.
But you wern't.
You were looking at her.
Why can't you look at me like the way you look at her?
Your forest green eyes were staring at her in an adoring, lustful manner.
And it hurts because you never once looked at me like the way you look at her.
YOU ARE READING
Unrequited Love
Short StoryLoving someone who doesn't notice your existence is hard. Loving someone who loves someone else is even harder. But, darling, I guess that's love.
