The rain gently cascades down the window, but I don't notice. It makes the softest pitter patter against the roof, but I don't hear. The world is refreshed, cleansed by the water and ready to start again, but I am oblivious.
I am oblivious to all but him. He is all I see, all I hear, all I think. He fills my world. He is my life - everything I own and cherish. My first thought when I wake up, and my last when I go to sleep. He is my universe, my reason for living. But he doesn't know it.
To him, I am a friend. Someone to laugh and joke with. Someone to turn to in a crisis, or to hold in times of woe. Someone to ease the pain of living. He has no idea of my feelings. He doesn't know how my heart beats faster when he looks at me. He doesn't know the way my skin tingles when he touches me. He doesn't know the pain he causes me to know that he is not mine, and never will be. He doesn't know.
Should I tell him? Tell him how I stay awake at night, wishing he were by my side? Tell him how my body aches for us to be together? How my soul cries for his comfort?
No. I will not tell him. How could I? He is not mine to tell, not mine to love. He never will be.
The rain continues to fall, but I still do not notice. Maybe I never will.