Allow me this much ...

you are the end of it all, the closing clause in every chapter. I've written about everyone else, but you, you are the final dot. how I feel about you, even I can't comprehend. I've watched you fall in love, listened to you hum about them, and my heart does ache, quietly, in the corner's no one sees. I'm happy too but oh, how I wish you'd whisper my name.