I wonder if he told her

There was something about the way he looked at her. With his head lightly resting against his palm, his lovestruck eyes stared across the room watching her charming antics, oblivious to the productivity of the day. It seemed so simple, like he was at peace by simply looking at her. He drank in her presence with no inclination that he would tire of it any time soon.

I wonder if she knew how much he loved her.
I wonder if he told her.

There was something about the way he looked at her. With his head heavily resting against his palm, his tired eyes stared across the room watching her pacing steps, oblivious to the productivity of the day. It seemed so confusing, like he was listening to a language he couldn't understand. He drank in the dialect with no inclination of resolving the conflict any time soon.

I wonder if she knew how much he loved her.
I wonder if he told her.

There was something about the way he couldn't look at her. With his head face-down in his palms, his blood-shot eyes stared down at the tear soaked papers on the table, oblivious to the productivity of the day. It seemed so hopeless, like he was trying to save the life of someone already dead. He drank in the familiar smells of a life he once had with no inclination that it would be recovered any time soon.

I wonder if she knew how much he loved her.
I wonder if he told her.

There was something about the way he looked at her. With his head hung down in shame, his disconsolate eyes stared at her cold face oblivious to the productivity of the day. It seemed so meaningless, like he loved and lost love in a blink of an eye. He drank in the last sight of her stone with no inclination of leaving her side any time soon.

I wonder if she knew how much he loved her.
I wonder if he told her.