Its Nice to Dream....of You

Now what? I have fallen so terribly behind. What will she think of me? No, I may or may not mean the woman who sits in front of me. I have eyes for others that evade me. Life is cruel, I've gathered.
And even now, I watch you do better than I. I watch as you run your fingers through your hair, sigh and wonder what to say next. But you always have something to say. Always.
Its almost magical, the way you look at things. I'll speak of a past that never included you but how I wish the future did. How I wish the future held you so close. Perhaps I am being too selfish, for not even considering how you may feel. Maybe its wrong to simply relish in my own feelings.
For I know I do not deserve yours.
Love is of twisted fates, both parties living ignorant and happily. Maybe I can make you happier?
Probably not. It'd never be me you'll look upon with a smile, but its nice to imagine.