We're all lookign for the one. The one who makes our hearts race, the one who keeps us awake all night, the one with whom we can talk. The problem is, during our lives there will be many "one"s. Which one is the right one?
Lately your best friend - though you don't hang out much anymore- has been sending some obviously-intended puns my way. We were talking about sports and I said I liked basket - and after some comment of his I specified that I like tall men. He smirked and said, "Yeah, tall and dark-haired." He paused. "With long hair." It was obvious he added the last one just to "lighten the mood". And now he's constantly teasing me. Not about you. In general.
And yesterday you took that girl - who's nice even if people call her a slut (I don't see what's wrong with expressing one's sexuality) - and you danced. Right in front of me. You were talking at first, and then your hand was on her waist and I felt my drink burning inside me. You make me burn.
I was shocked because for a year now - has it really been more than a year since I confessed to you?- you've always been careful and tactful. Except that time in Spain. You danced with somebody again. And you tried dancing with me even though you knew I was mad at you. And you fell silent afterwards when that female best friend of yours mentioned that cute Spanish guy who dnaced with me and wanted to kiss me. I was so shocked and mad and, frankly, hurt.
And when you started dancing, about a meter from me, I could almost feel you noticing my expression. So I just smiled at the girls and sipped my Southern Comfort and and moved to that atrocious beat - the clubs at Barcelona were so much better.
But Annie was watching and she told me you were looking alright. Even she, who is so sceptical of everything, is sure that you did it to get a reaction out of me.
Why did you do that? For your ego? Because you care?
The drink was not good and I felt dizzy and the lights and the beat, I just swayed to the beat.
And then I left.
I was told by Marcie that this is not over. That you know - she claims - that I'm too good for you or something. That I'm driving you crazy. That as time will pass you will become desperate. That you'll make a move towards the end of the school year - tops - because after that I may never see you again.
Do I want to see you again? Sometimes you bring me so much pain.
What scares me and excites me more at the same time is that Marcie never makes mistakes about those stuff. I could see it in your eyes yesterday, you're fighting inside you. But I fell as if either way I'll be the loser.
I'm not going to let my guard down around you.
This picture could be a theory all by itself.
Today's theory-title was inspired by this song.
