I see him watching me; watching us. I see how he glares at you. I see the disappointment in his eyes every once in a while when you arrive.
I sense his sadness when I’m having such a great time. I sense the intensity in the air between you two. I sense that you know what I feel, that you would be more than happy to help me out too.
But I don’t think it’s that simple. I don’t think this can be dealt with by logic; the problem, the issue isn’t that plain.
I know you would like to help. But I don’t know what you would do; I don’t know what I should do too.
I wish the problem would vanish before it was noticed. But too many people already know. It’s a little to clear and obvious.
I wish I knew what to do, but I don’t. I see him hurting, his sadness, his pain. But what can I do? I hope this doesn’t make me go insane.