I watched you today. I watched how you held her tightly while she cried. So close to you, like you wanted to mold her, into you, into your heart. Like you wanted to take all the pain away, like you would trade anything so those tears wouldn’t fall. I wished I was her. I wished I could cry too, so you would hold me and I wouldn’t have to look at you from afar like I always do.
From a secret admirer.