She watches him cradle their friend’s baby close to his chest, his left arm supporting the two month old’s bottom while his right hand rest at the base of her neck. He’s got a small bounce to him and he’s swaying slightly back and forth, whispering sweet words that make the baby coo happy noises.
She finds herself falling more in love with him. She starts thinking about her future and how good he would look holding their babies. That he would look good with her. And every now and then she catches his eye and he gives her this smile that makes her feel like he’s thinking the same thing too.
But then reality sets in that he probably is thinking all these things. Only he’s not picturing her or their kids or their future together. How could he when she knows he’s never looked at her like she hung the stars in the sky just for him. How could he when she can never work up the nerve to tell him. She’s had so many chances but she let them all slip by. Because when she catches his eye it never lingers long. And she knows that he sees her, but that he will never really see her.
These kinds of moments and feelings come and go. She’s been trying to retraining her heart to not flutter so when he’s around. She needs her heart and brain to work together and understand that she needs someone who’s gonna look directly at her and spare her a second glance or more. Someone who’s going to light her way, take her hand and make waves with her.
But right now, she’s watching him and can’t help getting lost in the fantasy.