She sat alone and watched him walk away,
His perfection was almost blinding in the best of ways.
If only he could see it,
If only he could fathom the amount of admiration she has for him.
Maybe then he'd understand and hold himself to a higher standard.
Then again, she hoped he wouldn't lift his standards.
She knew she was below anyone's..
If he kept his low, maybe she had a slight, 0.00001% she'd get a chance someday.
She knew she could treat him right,
She could make him happy,
She could show him the perfection he held.
But she would wait, and try little by little,
Rushing would make things worse.
After all, "Time is Glory."
