I watch you in crowded rooms, my gaze clings to you as you move through the halls. I inhale the essence of your skin when you brush past. Your voice echoes in my mind, a constant whisper in my ear. The more you speak, the more I crave. But just once, I wish you were the one staring at me— The one inhaling my scent as I walk by, desperate for the moment to last. But you’ll never love me—I’m not her.