There is a light and it never goes out.

I look at you, sometimes. Not on purpose. Perhaps I'm bored - my mind has wandered and I find my eyes drawn to you like a magnet. You are so fascinating. I wonder if you know how beautiful you are. I doubt that you do; no-one ever does. I wish you could see what I see. Your beauty is subtle. I used to think you were average until it hit me, hit me like a tonne of bricks. You're possibly one of the most attractive people I know and I never even noticed. You literally light up a room when you walk in. I don't think anyone's ever told you, you don't look like anyone's ever told you. It's sad. Someone like you should know. You look like the weight of the world on your back. Sometimes all I want to do is grab you by the shoulders and kiss you so deeply and passionately that you'll forget about everything that hurts. I don't think any kiss could be that powerful.

I look at you, sometimes. I wonder if you ever look back. You don't ever look up as I study you, try to figure you out. Can you feel my eyes boring into you? Do you even know that I stare? Do you even know I EXIST?

I don't meant to stare. I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

I know more than I let on. I lied to you that day. You asked if I believed you and I said 'yes Jade, I know you didn't' and you smiled and walked away. You had walked away and I had lied.

It wasn't a happy smile.

I wish I knew what would make you better. I wish there were some magic words I could just say. I wish you weren't so sad. I wish you hadn't tried to kill yourself. I wish I could guarantee you wouldn't try again.

What good did wishing ever do?