Wow January

Okay so...
At a party, they stood across the room from each other. She was waiting for him to come over and he was waiting for himself to make a move. He was always reluctant. He never wanted to finish a book because than he would be disappointed that it was over. He always loved the feeling of anticipation. It gave him something to look forward to. A reason to live. He moved. He thought it was time. He walked slowly across a crowded dance floor. He got bumped. He got pushed. He didn't care. He continued to walk at a turtle's pace. The flashing strobe lights had finally taken a toll on his eyes. Things were blurry. Everything was. He made it to the other side of the room and scanned his eyes around to see if he could find her. He knew he could, even with the blurred vision. She was the only thing in the room which he could see clearly. She saw him too. Her toothless smile from a moment ago was now displaying pearly whites. Her eyes started to glisten as if she was going to cry. She was that happy. She ran up to him and hugged him. Her head laying on his chest, she listened to his heart. His heartbeat was feeding her life. She now had a reason to be alive. He did too. Even with the anticipation over, he was joyful. They let each other go and looked into the windows of the others soul. They kissed.

Thank you...
He never knew she would end up feeling this way. He was in love with her at one point but now, when he least expected it (when he least wanted it!), she was crawling at his feet begging to drown in his heart. Begging to be loved. Oh how naive he was. His eyes fluttered, his mind stuttered, and his lips muttered "I love you too." They both exchanged cheap loverface glances and a few days later, they were on her bed, indulging in sloppy kisses and disgusting smiles. He enjoyed every second of it. Come a few months, the kisses evolved into hand holding into hugs then into high fives. ILY's now became "okay bye's" and what once was truth has now dissolved into lies. The girl said "I'm off to summer camp" but that meant "I never wanna see you again. All our kisses were sugarcoated with bullshit and high hopes and I hope you realized that me and you were just a big joke." The boy, that once was a man, cried everynight with her picture under his pillow. Pussy.

Frankly...
I knew I was unwanted, as usual. Nobody ever wants me anywhere. I wouldn't want me there either. I mean really, who wants to be present during one of my awkward social graces? She does. That's why love pumps in our blood. Our minds are synchronized. Our hearts, sewed into a cloth of unity. I love us. I love us more than I love you. Without me, your nothing. Why are you turning your back on me??? That came out wrong. FUCK. Told you I was awkward.

- Mungo