1. I shouldn't talk to her. She's basically unapproachable. I only stammer or choke or sweat when I'm around her. I wish I had his suavity, his courage, his strength. Then maybe she'd love me.
2. Why does she want that guy instead of me? We laugh and have inside jokes and understand each other so perfectly. Yet she wants that guy who can't talk to her because he's so nervous (trapped inside his own head).
3. I want someone who's nice, you see. Sure, he's ok and all. We're good friends, but . . . well, you know. There's this guy. He's so sweet and innocent and cute and I think he likes me, but he can't say it. It's adorable.
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This is a rather terrifyingly sad triangle of horror.
ReplyDeleteIt also sounds really familiar. From whence did it come?
I don't know, actually. Just what I think is one of the saddest things ever.
ReplyDeleteIt really is.
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