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So I've been having a little problem with a girl I like. I had a bit of an incident with her a week ago, and I don't really know what to do about it.
I was just thinking about it and thoughts kept popping into my head, so I just started writing. Please read my lil story, and tell me what you think. It's pretty much based on true events, haha.
I might continue with it cause there's alot more on my mind.
She always told me she liked my eyes.
She said it was the pupils. The big, brown, beautiful pupils that seemed to dilate whenever I was around her.
I never knew why they dilated, why they grew to such portions when I was near her. But one day I was browsing a library. I found a cheap paperback book, one of those psychology books that were supposed to teach you how to read people. How to understand body movement; how to how to tell if people are lying. The tricks they teach police officers, or border patrol men so they can interpret people. Find danger. The book told me about the dilated eyes. It said that if your pupils were enlarged, you're either feeling very emotional or you're high on cocaine. It wasn't the latter.
So I stood there, with my big emotional eyes staring into her crisp blue ones. The moment could have lasted forever. Her bedroom was so quiet, nothing could mess this up. We moved closer to each other, our hands touched. Closer.
I whispered:
"This is wrong"
Closer.
"None of this should be happening"
Closer.
I felt like melting into her then, but my mind disagreed.
Not yet.
This wasn't right. She wasn't mine. She didn't belong to me, she was another man's man. But she didn't seem to care. Closer. Consequence didn't matter right now. Nothing mattered right now. It was just Her and I. Closer.
I skimmed through the other pages of the book. It had explanations for everything. Crossed arms meant anger. Frustration. Arms behind the back meant untrustworthy. Hiding something. Darting or unfocused eyes meant panic. Nervousness. Lying. I put the book back on the dust coated shelf. It was a key to seeing into someone's subconscious. To know what they were really thinking. To penetrate their thoughts and use it against them. I call it Identity theft.
Closer. Her lips pursed now, but she didn't make a move.
Not yet.
This was a dare. A temptation. She was daring me to break the rules. For just a moment, give in and let your true feelings shine. I didn't know if I could do that.
At least not yet.
I never knew if love existed or not. I thought love was a passion. A desire. Love was something that grew over time, and only with the right person. But as she came near she breathed those words that crush hearts.
I love you.
Closer.
As I held her there, I felt passion. I felt desire. So was this love? Was this right? Even if you're committed, can you love another? If this was love, and the moment was right, do I give in? Giving in would be weakness. Giving in would make me a douchebag. It would make her a slut. But it was right. If felt right. As she whispered softly, her eyes were transfixed on mine. They didn't move. They didn't dart. They were perfectly focused on my dilated brown pupils. That meant honesty. Closer.
Closer.
Now.
I was just thinking about it and thoughts kept popping into my head, so I just started writing. Please read my lil story, and tell me what you think. It's pretty much based on true events, haha.
I might continue with it cause there's alot more on my mind.
She always told me she liked my eyes.
She said it was the pupils. The big, brown, beautiful pupils that seemed to dilate whenever I was around her.
I never knew why they dilated, why they grew to such portions when I was near her. But one day I was browsing a library. I found a cheap paperback book, one of those psychology books that were supposed to teach you how to read people. How to understand body movement; how to how to tell if people are lying. The tricks they teach police officers, or border patrol men so they can interpret people. Find danger. The book told me about the dilated eyes. It said that if your pupils were enlarged, you're either feeling very emotional or you're high on cocaine. It wasn't the latter.
So I stood there, with my big emotional eyes staring into her crisp blue ones. The moment could have lasted forever. Her bedroom was so quiet, nothing could mess this up. We moved closer to each other, our hands touched. Closer.
I whispered:
"This is wrong"
Closer.
"None of this should be happening"
Closer.
I felt like melting into her then, but my mind disagreed.
Not yet.
This wasn't right. She wasn't mine. She didn't belong to me, she was another man's man. But she didn't seem to care. Closer. Consequence didn't matter right now. Nothing mattered right now. It was just Her and I. Closer.
I skimmed through the other pages of the book. It had explanations for everything. Crossed arms meant anger. Frustration. Arms behind the back meant untrustworthy. Hiding something. Darting or unfocused eyes meant panic. Nervousness. Lying. I put the book back on the dust coated shelf. It was a key to seeing into someone's subconscious. To know what they were really thinking. To penetrate their thoughts and use it against them. I call it Identity theft.
Closer. Her lips pursed now, but she didn't make a move.
Not yet.
This was a dare. A temptation. She was daring me to break the rules. For just a moment, give in and let your true feelings shine. I didn't know if I could do that.
At least not yet.
I never knew if love existed or not. I thought love was a passion. A desire. Love was something that grew over time, and only with the right person. But as she came near she breathed those words that crush hearts.
I love you.
Closer.
As I held her there, I felt passion. I felt desire. So was this love? Was this right? Even if you're committed, can you love another? If this was love, and the moment was right, do I give in? Giving in would be weakness. Giving in would make me a douchebag. It would make her a slut. But it was right. If felt right. As she whispered softly, her eyes were transfixed on mine. They didn't move. They didn't dart. They were perfectly focused on my dilated brown pupils. That meant honesty. Closer.
Closer.
Now.
