He's still with her And its never getting any better. And I'm amazed by him, and how he doesn't realize how incredibly WRONG she is for him. And even if they did break up, I wouldn't feel good enough to be with him. No one is good enough for him; not in the way that he's snobby or anything, just that no one on this earth is near the level of amazement that he is. And everyone takes him for granted. And no one can comprehend his level of beauty and intellect. And I want to kiss each of his beautiful girlish fingers and his nose and eyelids. I want to sit and count his eyelashes, and blow on them, make wishes on each one of them as they fall from their place. But he doesn't know. He only knows that I'm sitting next to him, acting like I'm concentrating on this movie. But I know better. I haven't been able to concentrate on anything other than the way he clears his throat.