Outer body experience

And cut!

Look at yourself, just look at you huh?!
Walking behind him like the tame dog you are. You look at him as he’s talking to his friends. Don’t you think they see? Don’t you think they can tell? They see the sparkle in your eyes when you try to be semi-nonchalant while talking to him, and talking to them. They can see how hard you’re trying not to show. You do it well, but your eyes, they betray you. The sparkle, it’s that sparkle. It’s the way your eyes show your hope, your desire for you to be something more, more then just this fun girl he knows. It’s your eyes that show that you want him to be yours to hold, to hold you, to love and to have. Your eyes wander off studying him every few minutes, just to look at him, the way he is, and the way you want him.

But your eyes show something more, something besides hope, they show disappointment because you’ve already decided your hope would never be answered. Why would it really? Your fat-ish, harry, short and style-less. And yet, despite all those things, he chooses to do stuff with you. So he might not be completely repulsed by you, right?

Nice try. Even if that was the case, which it of course could be, you can still see his eyes too. You can tell what they are. They’re the eyes of an unassuming person, someone who genuinely appreciates you the way you are and the way the dynamic as it is between you two works. You can see there’s no hope there, no desire, just friendship of some sort.

Now you run along, walking behind him, chatting with him and his friends, studying him as you do, but mind your eyes, and better yet, mind his. There’s nothing there for you. Now run along…