He has no idea. Each moment that goes by, I am more and more detached from him. I watch him move around the room, and my eyes burn into his back. It's almost that I've grown to dislike him, and yet I pull him closer to me because of it. Cruel I know. I can't help it. I hint to him that he doesn't really know me. I say it as though it were an invitation. I know that he is not capable of such a task, as he is so consumed with himself to learn about anyone else. And so it is really out jest (for myself) that I present the opportunity.
He questions my feelings for him says that I am too objective to love. Perhaps that is the problem in nutshell.
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shaken and not stirred :: There takes a great amount of diligence in the craft of being graceful and wise.
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