glance

it's all the tiny moments
the ones you can't capture in words
or even, in some cases, on film

the ones you try to recount to your friends later
as evidence of his love, her laughter, their interest

and feel silly doing so
because there aren't words for

the way he looked with another
that made you certain
he was (not) meant to be yours

the touch that lingered
the smile that betrayed
or denied
or confirmed
or led you to believe

no
to know

you would never be alone again.