I’m just her shoulder to cry on. Her listening ears. She comes to me to let it all out. But she won’t see what I want her to see. Or hear what I want her to hear. I love her. Not friend love. Love love. I want to show her that but she won’t see. I will stand there defending her and she’ll act like it was just something any friend would do. But I don’t just want to be a friend. I want to be so much more. I want her to see what I’m trying to show her. I look at her and see her. Not see her the way all the other guys see her but really see her the way she is. Perfect. And all I’ve ever truely wanted.