Your Eyes
Can I tell you a secret? Every time you look at me with those piercing beautiful brown eyes, my heart skip a beat and starts racing and hitting my rib box like a drum. But I know that when you are looking at me, you just are seeing a friend who you can rely on and tell secrets and give advice. I know that the look that I long for and am craving for it since the first day we met, it’s dedicated to a girl more beautiful than me. I know I don’t stand a chance to win your heart, because is already taken. I can’t do anything but to look from afar and wish you happiness and look after you. I will just ignore the tears that swell up in my eyes every night, wishing to have your love. Wishing to be her. But I know I can’t. I know I can’t. And I just have to wait for you to look at me the same way you look at her. Because I know. I know how wonderful she is. I know how gracious and intelling and funny she can be. And I hate her. I hate that she gets to have you. And you know? It’s not fair. It’s not fair that she gets to have your kisses and your hugs and your “I love yous”. I was the first one to be there for you. I was the first one to see you suffer because of her. I was always there, supporting you. Pushing you to go and talk to her. To invite her to hang out with us. Even when my heart shuttered in million of pieces and my heart stopped dead when I see you kiss her for the first time, I encouraged you to win her. To be with her. Because I saw how much you loved her. How much it hurts you to see her and not be near. I know how you felt, because that’s the way I feel when I see you. And it hurts, and I don’t know if I’m capable of keep going like this. To get hurt by someone you love and they don’t even know. It’s sad how in love can someone be and never get to be loved back with the same intensity. I don’t know If to feel happy that you get the girl of your dreams or sad to have lost you and do nothing. And the funny thing is that you will never know how much I love you. How much I want to be with you. And is hard to fall sleep at night when the only thing surrounding my mind is about you and your beautiful brown eyes that always look at me with love but not as intensive as you look at her. So, yeah. My secret is that I love you and how hurt I am when you look at me but you only see me as a friend.
And only that.
