Help: My Heart Hurts

I wonder if she knows how lucky she is. I wonder if she notices how his hands run through his hair and fall together. I wonder if she can't help but smile whenever he does, and if she finds herself lost in everything he is, just as I do. I wonder if her heart swells, and she wants nothing more than his protection and happiness. I wonder if she looks at him like the sun, afraid to dim his brightness. I wonder if she looks at him and forgets everything that comes with being together, and just wants to exist with him. Does she crave the simplicity of her fingers in his palm and her head on his shoulder? Does she yearn to wake up at 5am before the rest of the world to find herself next to him, watching the rise and fall of his chest? Does she want to be engulfed by the smell of his t-shirt as she slides it on to make him breakfast, noticing him watching her with tired eyes? Does she want everything that I do? Does she long for late night laughter and early morning unwashed hair? I hope so. I hope she loves him like I do; more that I do.

I hope he's happier.