When love feels like a one-way street, sometimes it feels like you’re just a ghost to them.

He sits there, watching TV, while I make sure not to bother him; this is his “me time”, as he likes to call it. But sneak in to watch while he doesn’t see me. The television picture is a good distraction.

At night, when he’s too tired, he sleeps on the couch with me. Now, this is ”our time”, as I like to call it. Us two, alone, how it was with my previous loves. 

But my heart aches, for he never faces me when he sleeps. Because if he did, he’d see me. Why doesn’t he look at me?