I see the way you look at him. I see the shine in your eyes, the pink that rises in your cheeks to match your hair, and the small twitch in your perfectly kept lips when he turns back to you. You love him.... don't you. But as the years go by, it's become abundantly clear just how little he cares for you, and how much I do. At least, to me. You never seem to notice (Cover Art credit to the artist)