She was -so- the one. She told me she loved me just a week or so back, and that she wanted to live on the HouseBoat with me.. but now She’s back for Thanksgiving break.
She hasn’t called me back.
I look in Elle (‘cos I like looking at girl’s fashion– gives me inspiration for my work- and yeah, I’m a dude) and I saw a girl that looked just like her.
The long, sweeping brown hair, the dark-rimmed eyes– I don’t remember her eye color anymore. I tihnk it was a hazel? Fuck.
Anyway. The pants, the birkenstocks.. her cute feet. Everything was her. I want my perfect girl back.
I’m not going to become a stalker.. I’m not going to be like the ugly girls that go for me incessantly. I hate them, they’re boring, and they won’t leave me be, despite my numerous hints. I have to humiliate them in public.
I guess, then, that all I can do.. is wait until she calls back– but what if she doesn’t?