Floating

Leaves blowing, endless leaves. Chilling air, silence that is too loud in my mind. Gasping, grabbing for air; trying to make things right. He doesn’t notice the leaves, nor does he hear the silence screaming from my heart. Endlessness… they’ll never understand why. Happiness is in the eye of the beholder but he only sees pain and suffering.
He’s sweet and caring, he likes me. He’s got a crush. It is believing. He’s liked me for a long time and I never knew it. He’s happy with someone else. I won’t push. He wants to meet with me. I think he wants to do it. I can’t hurt someone and I won’t help someone cheat on someone else. I’ve found someone. I can be happy, I think. Are we two leaves flying together? Brushing against one another?