Me and I

I love the way her hair shimmers in the sun.

Her auburn bob gently bounces as she weaves between rush-hour traffic. Elegant, graceful, beautiful.

I love her smile, and the way it makes me feel.

She casts a glance across the bustling bar, that infectious smile already lighting up the room.

I go to wave, but I stop myself. I want to smile, but I don’t. I never do.

She spots him. Two smiles grow, eyes glisten. She bounds across the floor and into his arms. I sit and watch, in quiet, hidden. Nothing more.

I love her. But that’s all.