We're going to pretend now, you and I, that you never meant a thing to me. I'm going to stop looking your way with covert glances and brief periods of staring when I think you're looking the other way and hoping that you'll turn around and catch me. Because you didn't. You didn't care.
I came to the realisation that when my heart starts beating faster, yours stays just the same, a regular pump of oxygen and blood and iron and all the other things your cells need to keep you alive. You never looked at me and saw in me what I saw in you.
And so we'll never speak of your beauty again, because it breaks my heart.