I watched my friend have her heart crushed.
Nothing I could do to help only to hold her as the closest friend Ive ever had.
Yet I saw the pain in her eyes and the sadness swell within her as reality pushed down on her.
And she wondered if he was truly worth it.
Worth the pain and suffering she went through each day asking herself if they would make it.
Of course she would soon forget all her trouble and find yourself once again caught up in his blue eyes.
Those big blue eyes taking her and forcing her soul to surrender.
Although behind these blue eyes there was no concept of how much she actually cared for him.
With a name so familiar she would never be able to get over him.
After all he was the first to show her what it felt like to love.
Yes love although she wouldn't admit she knew she loved him.
Yet love has become something so ominous to the generation that it is feared.
The thought of loving is the thought of growing up.
Which is exactly what she didn't want to do.
So for now she shall watch and wait for as hard as she tries to deny it she loves him.
And he is totally oblivious.
