He sat confront of me, looking at me with a smile. That smile has only been shared with a few. That smile has made him into the man I know today. He learned to mask the pain, not embrace it. Hes learned to hide and not run. But I know him. That smile is his wall. Hats how he says hes "okay". His heart is screaming out to me, but he sometimes wont let me help. Who hurt him? Who hurt such a precious heart? Why cant I mend his brokenness? Oh yeah... It was me. I broke him. I see him now, but I didn't see him then. He was nearby looking at me with love while I looked to another. He was nearby wanting to hold the hand that I had in another. It was me. I am the guilty one. I took away the joy he has before. No... I did something worse. I stole his joy, and now its too late to give it back. All this time he was sitting there waiting for me nearby, but I distanced myself. And now its me who cant get close enough. Now its me who watches nearby while his lips touches another. Its me who is in longing. Im standing nearby.