I turn most of the way around in my seat to face her, but she's already talking to someone else. I show up where she's at but she won't pay attention to me. I call her name and all she says is hello.
I thought she was the one who liked me. Now she wants me to chase her? I'm not playing that game. I'll tell her the truth, that I like her, that I expect her, that I want her. If she walks away again, you know I'm done.
[I wish this were me. So I'm writing it so it will be me. Sadly, I'm the sort of schmuck who will chase anyway, eventually wrapping my entire self worth in whether or not she finally chooses me, and inevitably getting crushed when she thinks I'm too clingy. And I know I'm this type because when I had a relationship in which I didn't have to chase, I was lost. Thanks, life.]
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You're not a schmuck, Robby. You are intelligent and caring and figuring out about God and life and stuff. Just because you're loyal doesn't mean you're a schmuck.
ReplyDelete(I still want to know what your decision was. Hopefully you're coming back to Southern because it won't be the same without you.)
Ha! No, I'm coming back to southern. My decision was to not be a crazy highschooler again. Somehow, I have moved past that stage.
ReplyDeleteOh, Robby.
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