Stranger in the Subway

Love

One last time, I glanced at you, I was close enough to see you, but not close enough to talk to you.
You still weren't looking at me, you were too focused on her.
I watched you as you smiled. And for a second, I froze.
I stood there in awe of your imperfect smile, and surprisingly, I smiled back.

You weren't perfect, but you were who you were. And I guess, when I finally actually started looking at who you were, I started truly loving you.

Maybe, if she wasn't by your side, you would notice me, you would look my way, and maybe I would be able to walk up to you and find out who you really were. But, she was here, she existed, and she mattered. I didn't want to hurt her either.

As I watched you two together one last time, I smiled. Maybe you won't know me, maybe you'll never get the chance to know me. And you probably will never know that a random girl, in the subway station, smiled at you and loved you and just wanted the best for you.

And that's okay, because honestly, I didn't expect anything in return.