I hate when you treat him like this. When you look at him with that glance, telling how much you love him. But I have no right to say that. I am not even sure you know me. I just can look at you from afar and see how happy you are with him. I can't change that you love him and not me. If you're happy, go ahead. I'm not brave enough to stand up and talk to you yet. But I hope one day, I'll find the courage to do it. You break my heart more and more.