"Pages Unwritten" In lecture halls where words take flight, I steal a glance across the room; He laughs with her, his eyes so bright— A sight that fills my heart with bloom and gloom. His coffee mug matches her notebook shade, They share secrets I’ll never know; I trace his name on pages I’ve made, Where only my longing can grow. I know his heart beats for her smile, His world revolves around her grace; Still I hold onto every while He passes by my quiet space. I cheer for them when they are near, Hide tears behind a gentle grin; For love isn’t always about being dear— Sometimes it’s just letting your heart spin. In my own story, he’s the lead, Though in his life I’m just a scene; Yet every moment that I read Of him makes my world feel complete and clean.