She Picked the Cover, Not the Story

When you're the one who sees her clearly, but she only looks skin-deep. A love letter from the overlooked, the emotionally fluent, the guy she’ll miss too late.

There’s a certain kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come from rejection.
It comes from being invisible.
From standing there with your soul in your hands while she picks the guy with the sharper jawline and dead eyes.

Yeah, I’ve watched it happen—more than once.
You see it too, don’t you?
She says she wants depth, but falls for danger.
Says she craves softness, …