Jane Doe

My angel.

She was so beautiful.

With every step she took, with every word she spoke, with every breath she took, I fell even more in love with her.

How could someone be so perfect?

How could someone tear my barriers down so completely with a single glance?

I loved her.

But at the same time, she was the very thing that was breaking my heart.

She never noticed me.

She wouldn't hold a conversation with me.

And it made me so terribly sad.

I had become a regular. She still didn't know my name. She worked everyday except Tuesday's.

I remember when she dyed her hair, it was suddenly golden one day.

This is my natural color.

It looks good on you, Alex said. Her cheeks turned slightly pink and her eyes locked on his.

She never spared me a glance.

I was nothing to her.

But she was everything to me...

God, make her see.