She, the thinker

‎He doesn't know, and it's a good thing that he doesn't. I could never tell him that I love him, that he is everything to me. I could never face the fact that he is young and free, and that I'm older and a prisioner of my own thoughts. I could never tell him that when I look into his beautiful green eyes I feel happy and sad at the same time, because I know I can't have him, I can't be with him. No, I could never tell him that I love him, that he is everything to me. He doesn't know, and it's a good thing that he doesn't.