I watch how her eyes shine, how she tells her crush's story, how her eyes brighten when she tells the story about her interactions with her crush, and it hurts me deeply how she kept telling me about her crush.

I despise it, but I can see how happy she is with her crush, and it hurts to love and admire her from afar knowing she's straight and will never love me.

"That's good; it appears he likes you as well." I said, my tone concealing the pain and love I felt for her.