It wasn't about wanting to be kissed.
Or held.
Or called "mine."
I just wanted to be seen.
To have someone look at me
and realize I was already loving them with everything I had.
But I blended into his world like soft background music.
Nice. Calming. Forgettable.
He saw her.
He remembered her birthdays.
He saved her selfies.
And I was the paragraph he skimmed through
to get to the parts he liked better.