He would watch as her eyes shifted from every corner of the room, but her eyes seemed to never make its way to his corner. The corner of wanting to be seen by her. She would glide past him not knowing that someone loved her deeply.
As his eyes adored her and his heart melted with her every presence, he would also rule out the fact that someone too was watching him. Loving him, adoring his character and wanting nothing more than to tell him how she felt. But you see, she can't tell him. Because she knows that he would never love her like he loves her.
She watched him as he looked past her, his eyes whispering of love. Seconds before she could confirm that he was looking at her, she would turn around and see that the man she loved was never looking at her. Or maybe he was. Maybe he saw her but not in the way she wanted to be seen. When he looked at her he would smile but never the smile that craved her. When she turned, she saw. She saw that the girl his heart melted for was ignorantly living without noticing. She envied her presence. Her grace, her elegance. And she thought to herself "What am I missing?" She felt the loneliness dwell inside, and she knew that she would never be good enough. Good enough to love, good enough to be a priority.
But in the end when he would finally confess his love and receive the words he wished he didn't hear, he would run to her and tell her how he felt. Maybe he would cry and hug her. And she would tell him that everything will be okay in the end. But he was too late. Before he could grab her by the shoulder she had already turned her back around. Now he has seen her, but now is the end. And endings don't always have happily ever afters. This is a tragedy of blindness and unrequited love. Love that will never be and can never be.
The end