It shouldn't hurt, but it still does.

She had bright blue eyes that shone brighter than any diamond.

He had a smile that could melt chocolate on a cold winter’s day.

She looked at him from across the street.

He looked back.

Then they both walked away.

She continued her journey, went to school, had her lunch, went home.

He was right there where they had seen each other the other day.

She was wearing a pink frock.

He was in dirty blue jeans.

She skipped her way to school, ate her sandwich, went home.

Their eyes met again at that same spot.

He looked at her, she looked at him

They smiled.

She went home, bathed, did her homework, went to bed.

He was at the same bench where he always was the next day.

He smiled first.

Then she smiled back.

She went to school, talked about prom, went home.

They saw each other at that same spot.

The bus was late, but neither was waiting for it anyway.

He smiled at her, she smiled back.

She went home, looked at a note her mother left her, went to bed.

He was there at that same spot waiting for her the next day.

She stopped, just for a second.

He straightened himself, gave her a slight nod.

She went to school, handed in her homework.

But she never went home.

And he waited for her.

But she never came.

He stood in the rain.

He stayed fast in his spot.

She never appeared.

She who he never spoke to.

He who she did not know his name.

Now they will never know of what could have been.

But for a while, they exchanged smiles.

They were there for each other.

But no more.

For a while she depended on him to be there.

The way he looked forward to seeing her.

But she’ll never pass by again.

And he’ll never know why.