He saw it all.

He saw me laughing,
crying,
sleeping,
eating,
being tired,
losing my mind,
lying,
with make-up,
and without make-up,
dressed up
but also in my pyjamas.

In my pyjamas, wearing my hair in a messy bun and having a red nose because I was sick.
He saw me.

He loved me.
But he never saw that I loved him too.