Wishing
There are times when you watch him, barely able to suppress a sigh. If he heard that, you know he'd ask you what's wrong, because he's your friend, and that's what friends do.
Except you don't want to be just his friend. That's the whole problem.
Because when he looks up from his work, he doesn't look at you. He looks at the picture of the woman with long dark curls and a ready smile; a woman who's his ideal, your exact opposite.
And you sigh then, because you know you can't compete with a ghost.
But you still wish.