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.