A few years ago, when I was a lowly first year at university, I saw a group of three friends; two boys and a girl. What struck me was the way one of the boys looked at the girl, admiring her like she was some rare art form. It seemed as though even when she was next to him, they could not have been so far apart, for she did not notice the way he looked. 

I saw them again a few days ago, her holding hands with another boy, and that same aforementioned friend walking beside them, still looking at her in the same way. After all this time, she must still mean everything to him, and he must be okay with admiring from afar.