In-love with a cyclist

She never noticed the way people looked at her. Especially not the way he did.

Myne lived her life quietly, helping in the library, walking home instead of catching rides, laughing louder when she pretended she wasn't tired. She always cared too much, worked too hard, and loved people who didn't always look back. No one realized someone else understood how much she held in.

He stayed close but not too close.
Spoke but not too much.
Waited, even if waiting hurt.

"It's always been me..."
"You asshole..."

Sometimes the person who loves you the most is the one you're least ready to see.