They think “but surely not I” when it comes to her.
She has told me so much and I know her so well, surely not I.
She says she hates, and wants to be left alone, but I am the exception.
She can’t be what she says she is, I know her too well.
Her exaggerations about her flaws are just that, she is truly good.
They don’t realize that they are pitied, if even that.
They think “but surely not I” when it comes to him.
He regards them with vague amusement even if he doesn’t mean to.
“We are not close” echoes in his mind as he stares at their texts.
On a good day he doesn’t think about them at all as he is lost in nature.
They will never be as beautiful as those greens, whites, and blue.
They will never be as comforting as roaming the night alone.
They continue to believe they are someone more to him.