The Noise of the Night

I could still hear the soft noise of the crickets that flooded through the open windows. We sat alone, occasionally glimpsing at one another as he spoke passionately once again. I admired the twinkle in his eye when he loved something so, or when he smiled brightly as he shared his ideas. It was the same feeling that radiated throughout a room as a pianist played his elegant ballet with fire and drive. 

In some ways I hoped that I would too become a piece of his passion. Talking about the feelings that flutter within when I came near. Yet, as I watched him speak, I knew it would never be. I knew deep with in, his heart was never mine to begin with and I his. Smiling and laughing, I sat there numb inside. 

He loves another, one I could never compete with. I lost my game, without any redemption. But oddly enough, it didn't bother me. I just nodded and smiled, making occasional jokes. 

That was when I noticed maybe I was better alone.