I walked passed him.  His eyes were like watery diamonds, and he smelled like fresh laundry.  I knew I could not hold back.  My mind danced, twirled, and spun.  The day I saw him cry, I felt sad and as lonely as an abandoned dog on the street.  I knew I couldn’t do anything because I did not have his heart.  He had given it to another.  My own heart cracked when I saw him.  I whispered “goodbye” to myself as I passed him.  Tears ran down the side of my face.  I knew it was too late.  If only he knew what I saw in him.