I’m desperate for you to just look at me, ‘cause it’s annoying me that I can’t stop looking at you but it feels unrequited when I know it’s not. I know that after this award show you’ll call me, and I’ll answer.

The two of us are both in the music industry, somehow still hiding a relationship that has lasted almost a year. You want it to be a secret because you’re not as open as I am, which I respect more than you even know. But all I want is for you to just look at me, nobody will notice and nobody would even speculate our relationship. They’ll just think we’re friends, ‘cause I treat everyone like a girlfriend when I really think about it.

I can’t watch you talk to this guy anymore. I stand up, ignoring people attempting to grab my attention. I push past a few people, finally standing arms-length away from you. I’m not sentimental but there’s something about the way you look tonight.

I step closer, my hand sliding onto your back and you turn your head to look at me with wide eyes, but I watch them soften when you realise it’s me. I softly smile at you, my gaze turning to whoever you were talking to. This is the first time we’ve ever interacted in public, I’m surprised you’re letting me touch you in such a crowded room.

“You’re alright, baby girl?” I ask you, blocking out whoever you were just talking to. You don’t even understand how badly I’ve needed your attention tonight.