He will never notice the way I smile stupidly at him when he's not looking. He'll never know exactly how I feel when I drive over to just say hi. He will never know how my heart skips when I walk into his workplace, just to kill time and hope he notices me.
There's a mirror beside his desk where he games and it would be so easy to glance over and see my smile. But he never does. He will never know exactly how he makes me feel, how each kiss, even a small peck on the cheek, makes me feel. He will never know how much I love his laugh, his smile.
He will never know. How can he? He's not in my head, thinking my thoughts. He will never know, and I like that. It's my little secret, the only one I'll keep. I love him. And that's all that matters.