3 / 20 / 07
I looked up, and she was gone from sight. Leaving nothing but the receipt of the Starbucks that I bought her. Running away with him. The guy who shows up and calls her sexy once, and she is hooked. However, I am left to wonder what could have been if I had have said what needed to be said in August. The first time I saw her. she was wearing a grey outfit with white and green Jordan’s. Surprisingly I remembered (being that I am the furthest thing from a shoe fanatic) but something just seemed special. She looked devilish, she was quiet, and I loved every bit of it. I thought about the possibilities of me seeing her again, and I thought once more that I would have to. The first time I laid eyes on her was at orientation, so I figured that the second time would have to be in school. It came around, the school year, and something was different. I was excited, for new beginnings, for new people, for her. My grey outfitter, my green Jordan wearing beauty. I waited and waited the first day, trying to navigate while focused on other things. No luck, didn’t see her... came back 2nd day of school, round 2, I need to find my mystery madam. No show... until lunch. There she was, sitting alone, getting harassed and bombarded by blackness. I took it into my hands to intervene. She looked miserable and in need of a savior. I figured that small talk would get the blackness to fall off. But I was wrong; the blackness grew louder, and stronger. Trying to make a fool of me, for talking to my beautiful grey outfitted princess. Yet, persistence got the best of me and I continued to try to catch her eye. Now that I think back on it, I might have been too persistent in my attempt. Everyday that I could, for about 2 months strait, I would eat lunch with her. I would go out of my way to be with her, be it alone or with company. As long as I am seeing her I am satisfied. I have tried to turn my obsession over her into a friendship. As much as my mind wants to be friends, I know that there will always be a part of me that will constantly be thinking about her. I have heard things coming from her and her friends that can only indicate that she has no interest in me, but for some reason I still find it mandatory to think about her. Nevertheless while I sit back and think, others are taking action. These others know nothing about this beautiful, talented, hilarious, generous, mindful, intelligent female. All they care about is her face. What is behind the face is what needs to be taken into account. These other people need to stop filling female’s heads with false hope and nonsensical fiction. Those others know what females want to hear, so they say it. Do they mean it…? Signs are pointing to no. do females believe what those other guys say…? Signs are pointing to yes. So what do the females do? They run off with the other guy and all they leave is a receipt from the Starbucks that I just bought her. Once they return to you they have found out that some guys don’t think about you, therefore you have to think for them. I don’t know about you, but it is already hard enough for me to think for myself sometimes, thinking about multiple people… couldn't do it. This is what is on my mind all day. This page long story, in actuality, is the sum of about 15 minutes in my head. I have been thinking this way for the past 10 years of my life. I don’t complicate things outside because I know that there is enough complication in my head as is. If I could tell you right now what I thought of you… it would sound similar to this, my Ode to Love.
I looked up, and she was gone from sight. Leaving nothing but the receipt of the Starbucks that I bought her. Running away with him. The guy who shows up and calls her sexy once, and she is hooked. However, I am left to wonder what could have been if I had have said what needed to be said in August. The first time I saw her. she was wearing a grey outfit with white and green Jordan’s. Surprisingly I remembered (being that I am the furthest thing from a shoe fanatic) but something just seemed special. She looked devilish, she was quiet, and I loved every bit of it. I thought about the possibilities of me seeing her again, and I thought once more that I would have to. The first time I laid eyes on her was at orientation, so I figured that the second time would have to be in school. It came around, the school year, and something was different. I was excited, for new beginnings, for new people, for her. My grey outfitter, my green Jordan wearing beauty. I waited and waited the first day, trying to navigate while focused on other things. No luck, didn’t see her... came back 2nd day of school, round 2, I need to find my mystery madam. No show... until lunch. There she was, sitting alone, getting harassed and bombarded by blackness. I took it into my hands to intervene. She looked miserable and in need of a savior. I figured that small talk would get the blackness to fall off. But I was wrong; the blackness grew louder, and stronger. Trying to make a fool of me, for talking to my beautiful grey outfitted princess. Yet, persistence got the best of me and I continued to try to catch her eye. Now that I think back on it, I might have been too persistent in my attempt. Everyday that I could, for about 2 months strait, I would eat lunch with her. I would go out of my way to be with her, be it alone or with company. As long as I am seeing her I am satisfied. I have tried to turn my obsession over her into a friendship. As much as my mind wants to be friends, I know that there will always be a part of me that will constantly be thinking about her. I have heard things coming from her and her friends that can only indicate that she has no interest in me, but for some reason I still find it mandatory to think about her. Nevertheless while I sit back and think, others are taking action. These others know nothing about this beautiful, talented, hilarious, generous, mindful, intelligent female. All they care about is her face. What is behind the face is what needs to be taken into account. These other people need to stop filling female’s heads with false hope and nonsensical fiction. Those others know what females want to hear, so they say it. Do they mean it…? Signs are pointing to no. do females believe what those other guys say…? Signs are pointing to yes. So what do the females do? They run off with the other guy and all they leave is a receipt from the Starbucks that I just bought her. Once they return to you they have found out that some guys don’t think about you, therefore you have to think for them. I don’t know about you, but it is already hard enough for me to think for myself sometimes, thinking about multiple people… couldn't do it. This is what is on my mind all day. This page long story, in actuality, is the sum of about 15 minutes in my head. I have been thinking this way for the past 10 years of my life. I don’t complicate things outside because I know that there is enough complication in my head as is. If I could tell you right now what I thought of you… it would sound similar to this, my Ode to Love.
