Watching, Waiting

She watched him from afar, she watched him every day.  She was sure he'd never notice her so she never said a word about her feelings to anyone.  She knew everything about him;  the way he brushed his chestnut brown hair back off his forehead, always with his right hand, never his left.    He couldn't know she felt that way, she could never handle the embarrassment of being turned down by such a perfect creature.  Instead she sits, watching, waiting.  Wondering if someday she might at least tell him the truth.  He deserved that just for being in her life.