I sit stealing glances from time to time weaving in and out of the boring conversation that I’ve gotten myself into. What am I talking about? Tanning? Music? I don’t know as my mind wanders over to you and your touch.

Of course you pay me no mind as you go about conversing with those around you. I don’t even exist to you.

I tell myself time and time again to forget about you ‘cause you never seemed to be interested. I’m holding out for a dream that will never come true ‘cause you will never give me the time of day. Sure we have our chit chats, our “how do you dos”, but honestly, how much of that was you being nice? How much of that was just a routine that you go through cause you deal with guys pining over you day in and day out? How much?

I take a sip from my drink, getting drunk with envy about the guy that is in your life. There has to be a guy right? If not, then why aren’t you interested? I’m sure he’s tall, dark, and handsome, like the clichés and cookie cutter jocks that most girls pine for.

I thought you were better than that, but I guess I was wrong. I thought you would be interested in guys who are smart and who are able to challenge you intellectually. Guys that would compliment the life you live. Guys like me. You are too smart for those iron heads, too classy for them muscles, and just too perfect for me.

But it isn’t true. It is all a lie ‘cause if it wasn’t, you would have seen that. We are perfect. You are the yin to my yang.