I saw it happen once.
Her name popped up on his phone, and his whole face softened.
Like her words carried sunshine.
I stood there, invisible.
Smiling through the ache.
Telling myself, "At least he's happy."
But it hurt.
Not because he loved her —
But because I had loved him in silence for so long
and he never smiled that way at me.
He looked at her like she was music.
He looked at me like background noise.