He looks at her with eyes of longing. He loves her, the fires of passion burn brightly behind his eyes as he stares across the coffee table at her, but that love is unrequited, it always has been and it always will be.
If the time ever comes where she looks at him the same it will be too late.
He will have made peace with not being the one she chose time and again. He will have watched as she was with everyone who had something he didn’t, he will have moved on.
A story of someone who’s always there, always close, but never close enough to make you see how much they love you.
Such it the tale of the friend who loved you…