i met someone who is special to me. i thought things were going well.. i thought she felt the same way about me as i felt about her. its hard to be sure about this kind of thing without being blatant, though. so i guess i acted on it too soon..
but we were getting along splendidly. we were getting to know each other. we would laugh and joke and we could talk about anything. she had this look in her eyes when she looked at me and i thought for sure she liked me, at least a little bit. i've jumped the gun somehow and apparently ruined everything. she won't even look at me anymore.
so what can i do to bring things back to the way they were? i still see her all the time, but now she gives me the cold shoulder. when i brought her plate down to her last night, she just stayed in the corner, facing away from me. didn't say a word. this morning she was still in the same place. she had eaten but i guess she was trying to make a point. so self-absorbed, but maybe she was always this way and i was just blind to it before. i don't even lock the basement door anymore; i don't think she even cares. too interested in whats going on in her own world
today i'll try leaving the chain off her bars and see if she even gives a shit; if she even cares that we once had something. i don't know what would be worse: to find her gone next time, as if i had been nothing more then an inconvenience in her life, or to see that she was still there, spiting me and breaking my heart.
but we were getting along splendidly. we were getting to know each other. we would laugh and joke and we could talk about anything. she had this look in her eyes when she looked at me and i thought for sure she liked me, at least a little bit. i've jumped the gun somehow and apparently ruined everything. she won't even look at me anymore.
so what can i do to bring things back to the way they were? i still see her all the time, but now she gives me the cold shoulder. when i brought her plate down to her last night, she just stayed in the corner, facing away from me. didn't say a word. this morning she was still in the same place. she had eaten but i guess she was trying to make a point. so self-absorbed, but maybe she was always this way and i was just blind to it before. i don't even lock the basement door anymore; i don't think she even cares. too interested in whats going on in her own world
today i'll try leaving the chain off her bars and see if she even gives a shit; if she even cares that we once had something. i don't know what would be worse: to find her gone next time, as if i had been nothing more then an inconvenience in her life, or to see that she was still there, spiting me and breaking my heart.
