five

5: I saw you talking to this girl the other day, and..it's not that it hurt. It's just that it saddened me. Every time I see you, I feel sad. That's it, plain and simple. Sad. Not angry, not happy, not frustrated or upset or confused. No complications. Just sadness.

When you saw me, you lifted up your hand and gave me the little half wave that you always give, and I returned it. Then I passed you, and I forced myself to smile. That was the painful part. It hurt to smile. Funny, how you are the only person I love that I can't smile at.

I don't think that you are blind. I just think that you sometimes walk around with your eyes closed.

I wish you would open them.

I don't want you to see me. You could never see me, anyway. You would never look at me. I just want you to look around. It's as though you drew pupils onto your eyelids with a marker, and you pretend that you can see. But you're not actually using your real eyes, and you act as though you see more than the rest of us.

But I think you're missing something.