He did not have great expectations.
In fact they were far from high.
Yet he flattered himself that he was more than a sideshow, an amusement, a diversion. More than just an easy source of compliment and adulation. More than a game to add spice to her day,
He flattered himself that she gave him more than the briefest passing thought when he was not there. That she considered him just special enough to want to spend a little snatched, elusive time with him.
He had kept his expectations low.
He should have had none.
Beauty is gone.