do you ever make eyes with some guy and you feel some sort of strange spark, like you would be good with the guy--but at the same time you're too inhibited/society is too against any notion to go and talk to him?
i feel like a silly girl talking about this. for even touching on things that touch on things like love at first sight, or shared moments and thoughts, connections in a second, being inside/out with a person in a scene that lasts however long we keep gaze...
it's depressing, in a melancholy sort of way; because you know that you'd never have the audacity or the strength, nor would this society entertain any such notion to go up to talk to him... so you just continue your everday life and remember the eyes and the face and the percieved truth and the moment as a memory. antoher unfulfilled desire, another inhibited want.
silly silly girl.
but what about you
are you filling your days with happiness and summery goodness?
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